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WATER SPOUTS. 



Water Spouts 



E, C, DuXVV ddtk, 




EDITED BY J. N. STEARNS. 



NEW YORK: 
The National Temperance Society and Publication House, 

No. 5 3 READE STREET. 
1879. 



6* 



COPYRIGHT. 

J N. STEARNS, PUBLISHING AGENT. 
1877. 



Gift 

MRS. Edwin C. Dinwiddfe 

Aug. 6. 1935 



CONTENTS. 



After Toil comes Rest, 

Anecdotes, 39, 52, 62, 70, 74, 85, 88. 
jot, 142, 2IO, 

Acrostic, .... 96, 

An Old Rhyme, . 

Address to a Jug of Rum, 

Alphabetical List of Evils Frequent- 
ly Produced by Intoxicating 
Liquors, 

Awake the Glad Young Year, 

An Acrostic on the Word " Distil- 
lery," 



Beginning and the Ending, T he 

Battle Call, .... 

Banner and the Stars, The, . 

Buried Flask, The, 

Best Crutch, The, . 

Bondage of Drink, The, 

Birds' Christmas-Tree, 

Best Drink, The, 

Best Fun, The, 

Bible Testimony, 

Blindfold, 

Blowing Bubbles, . 

Beware of the Serpent, 

Best Medicine,The, 

Beautiful Childhood, 



PAGE 

57 



100 
10S 



*5 2 

181 



T 59 
161 
169 
183 
186 
197 
245 





PAGE 


Charade, 


14 


Cold Water Remedy, A, 


53 


Clear the Way, 


57 


Crusaders' Battle-Hymn, 


86 


Centennial Puzzle Picture, 


89 


Charley's Trials, 


in 


Cat and Kittens. . . 


. 167 


Come Home Mother, 


187 


Communion Wine, 


190 


Coming Day, The, 


192 


Children's Pledge, The, 


i95 


Cold Water, .... 


206 


Dash it Down. 


30 


Delirium Tremens, 


• 63 


Do You See my Lamb ? 


76 


Drinking and Gambling, 


97 


Difference, The, 


no 


Dolly's Party, 


124 


Don't Regin, .... 


170 


Drink! Think! . 


170 


Drunkard's Voyage of Life, The, 


175 


Diamond Puzzle, . . . 220 


224 


Drink not a Drop, 


225 


Dangerous Companions, 


233 


Death's Harbingers, 


238 


Daily Duty, .... 


240 


Diagonal Puzzle, . . * 


246 







Contents. 





PAGE 


Extreme Simplicity, . . . 


48 


Effects of Drunkenness, The, 


94 


Evil Net, The, 


213 


Epitaph oa a Whiskey-Bottle, 


222 


Family CJock, The, 


19 


Four Seasons, The, 


20 


Father's Wine, 


(9 


Flowers for a Grave, 


93 


Fool's Excuse, A, . 


102 


Fruits of License, The, . 


133 


Feeding the Mind, 


225 


Fair Uutside, .... 


243 


Good Time Coming, The, . 16 


156 


Gilded Trap, A, . 


7i 


Grief Banished by Wine, 


*3t 


He Blights the Corn Before i 




Reach the Ear, 


41 


Here is my Hand, my Brother ! 


44 


Holiday Toys, 


47 


How to Build, 


53 


Hexy's Pond Lilies, 


59 


He Followed his Nose, 


• 79 


Head of the Family, The, 


. 107 


Happy Rabbits, 


• 165 


Happy Family, The, 


• T 73 


Happy New Year, A, 


. 191 


Help One Another, 


. 194 


Insulted Goose, The — A Puzzle 




Picture, .... 


. 85 


Is it Right to License ? . 


. 16s 


John and the King, 


. 40 


Justice vs. Law, 


. 116 


Joe's Lesson, .... 


- 143 


Jug or Not, .... 


• !7 J 



PAGE 
Kimg Alcohol, .... 18 

Keep thy Heart with a'.l Dilligence, 234 

Learning to Drink, 

Little by Little, 

Lager-Beer, 

License at the Bar of God, A 

Little Flower-Girl, The, 

Learning to Count, 

Lost or Stolen, 

License or No License, . 

Look not Upon the Wine ! 

Marched Out, 

Miss Vine Makes a Speech, 

Mary Brown, . 

Mocker, A, . 

Moderate Drinker, The, 

Madeline's Choice, 

Mackenzie's, Mr., Answer, 

Man or Monkey, 

Men Wanted, 

Moderation, 

Moderation in Intoxicating Liquor 

Margie's Hammer, . 

New Disguise, A, , 
Nellie's Dotty Dimple, . 
New Year, The, 
Not Fit for a Beverage, 
New Currency, A, 
Nothing can Come of It, 
Not for a Hundred Dimes, Sir 
No Drunkards There, 

Old Rye makes a Speech, 

Out of the Fire, 

Only Once ! And No, Not Once ! 



Contents. 





PAGE 




Old Oaken Bucket, The, 


• 153 


Speech of the Old Apple-Tree, 


Onward and Upward, 


. 168 


Saloon, The, . . . . 35, 


Old Nick Outdone, 


. 180 


Stand by your Colors, 


Out in the Storm, . 


. 385 


Somebody's Drunk, . . 


Opposition to Water, 


. 198 


Signal Lights, 


Our Parish, 


. 20D 


Snowball, 


Old Een, 


• 215 


Something for Everybody, 


On Guard, 


. 227 


Strike the Root, . 
Sober Test, The, 


Posers, 


. 4 2 


Smoking Agreeable, 


Puzzle-Pictures, 54, 84, 8 


h 129,132, 


Second Declaration of Indepen- 


236, 237, 248, 249, 250 


, 251, 252, 


dence, . 




253, 254, 255 


Searching for the Bottle— A Sha- 


Puzzle, . 


. 72 


dow-Picture, . 


Parable, A, 


. 114 


Seed Time, . . . . 


Pledge the Children, 


• 123 


Signing the Pledge, . . 196, 


Pledge* The, 


. 152 


Square Word Puzzle, 


Plucky Temperance Mai 


i, A, . 203 


Stand by the Temperance Ship, . 


Purchasing Freedom, 


. 211 


Shadow-Picture, . 


Prohibition, 


. 244 


Snowed In, 


Respectable Rum-Shop, 


A, . .11 


Temptation, 


Rum-Fiend, The, 


. 28 


Temperance Toasts, . . 10, 


Root out the Poison, 


33 


Touch not the Cup, 


Rumseller Cursed, The, 


. ;. 46 


Toper's Autumn Soliloquy, . 


Rurnscller's Wish, The 


. 50 


Temperance Sheep, The, 


Robin, The, 


• 75 


To the Rescue, . 


Rev. Dr. Willoughby anc 


his W ine, 147 


Traveller's Testimony, A, 


Right will Triumph, Th 


-, • • i57 


True Friend, A, 


Reasons why Children 


and Youth 


Two Flasks, The, . . . 


Should sign the Pled 


ge, . . 182 


Temperance in Sunday Schools, . 


Reasons for Signing the 


Pledge, . 199 


Temperance Fable, 


Responsibility, 


. 205 


Temperance Work, . 


Rumselling brings Sorrow 


r, . . 212 


Take in the Dove, 
Temperance Dialogue, A, 


So it Goes, 


.12 


Teetotal Alphabet, 


Scruples to a Dram, 


. 14 


Toast to be Drank in Pure Water, 


" Sung the Pledge," 


. 24 


Tobacco, 



PAGE 

25 

117 



Contents. 



Temperance Doctor, The, 
Teetotalers Confess their Failure 

The, 

Ten Reasons against Intoxicating 

Drinks, 
Tempted by his Wife, 
Torn Pledge, The, 
To a Drunkard, 
Taste n©t the Cup, . 
Temple Labyrinth, The, 

Unjust Gains, 
Uncle Peter's Saloon, 

Verdict, The, 



Water Lilies, . 
Wine Question, The, 



PAGE 




PAGE 


205 


Worse than Poverty, 


• 3 1 




V^ hen my Ship comes Home, . 


• 45 


2IO 


When Rum shall cease to Reign, 


• 55 




What Did It? .... 


. 65 


219 


Wealth and Wine, . 


• 67 


223 


Women's Crusade, The, 


• 73 


229 


Wrecks, 


. 91 


230 


What Nobody Should Do, 


. 129 


247 


Welcome Visitor, The, . 


• 137 




Way she Cured him, The, 


. 179 




What is Moderate Drinking ? 


• 195 


I06 


We shall Triumph ! . . 


. 207 


217 


Woman and Wine, 


. 238 


82 


Year, The 


• 135 




Young Man's Course, The, . 


• 154 


13 


Young Teetotaler, The, 


• 193 


22 


Youthful Advocate, The, 


. 172 



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Temptation. 

Mr. Joseph Travers enjoyed the advantages of wealth, 
culture, and refined society. Unfortunate!}-, he became 



io Water Spouts. 

the victim of intemperance, and his unrestrained indul- 
gence at the social board was a source of alarm and pain 
to his parents. To rescue him from the pangs of habitual 
drunkenness, his father sent him to the State of Maine, 
where he hoped the laws of prohibition would protect him 
from the fell destroyer. The young man signed the pledge 
of total abstinence, and kept it inviolate during his resi- 
dence there. 

He had been absent about a year. He had weaned him 
self, he said, from the intoxicating cup ; and he seemed 
to be proud of the victory he had achieved, and deter- 
mined to report in person at his palatial home, on the 
Fifth Avenue, in the city of New York. He was greeted 
with a hearty welcome, and hailed as a hero who had con- 
quered himself. " He who ruleth his own spirit is mighti- 
er than he who taketh a city." A few evenings after his 
arrival home, he was invited to spend an evening at a 
social party among some of his former acquaintances and 
friends. There he met a former schoolmate — Miss Julia 
Thayer. The similarity of their initials had often been the 
theme of comment and sportive reference. Miss Thayei 
was the belle of the party — handsome, graceful, accom- 
plished ; and she offered Joseph a glass of wine. Ht 
declined at first, with the comical remark, " Not foi 
Joseph, if he knows it." " Why," continued the charming 
tempter, "this is home-made wine, made by my own 
mother. It will not hurt you. You will not refuse to 
drink with me ? " Joseph reluctantly took the glass in his 
hand, and drank its contents to please the daughter of his 
host. He was led home that night in a state of intoxi- 
cation. His old habit returned with more than its wonted 
force, and in a few months Miss Thayer and her friends 
were invited to follow the remains of this young man 
to his untimely grave in Greenwood Cemetery. 



Wafer Spouts, 



ii 




A Respectable JZumshor. 

It is pleasant and attractive to the eyes of all ; and the 
proprietors and clerks arc gentlemanly and winning. 
They get up very agreeable drinks with delightful fla\ors 
and innocent names, and serve them out in most seduc- 
tive style. The company out there is stylish, too, with 
genial manners, and cordial greetings, and generous 
habits. In short, they present every inducement here to 
tempt respectable people to drink. They do not sell to 
drunkards, here. 



12 Water Spouts. 

This is done at the " low " rumshop, which is filthy, 
coarse, disgusting ; and its frequenters are like with it — a 
nuisance to themselves and everybody else. They are the 
same that learned to drink at the respectable shop ; but 
now the appetite is formed ; they must have the rum,, and 
they don't care where they get it. 

One makes drunkards out of decent men, the othei fin- 
ishes them off. Which kind of a shop will you have r 
One that entices your respectable brother or son to be- 
come a drunkard, or one into which no respectable per- 
son will enter? A respectable place which will soon 
bring the finishing shop in its train, as one that alone 
will soon die out for want of subjects ? Oh ! that no Tem- 
perance man would ever again say palliatingly, " We 
have but one rumshop in our village, and that is quite 
a respectable place." 



So It Goes. 

The papers say . 

When a young lady signs the pledge, 

It's just as good as two ; 
For, when her sweetheart finds it out, 
He's got to sign it, too. 

We would add : 

If the youth refuse to sign, 

You may be sure he's smitten 

With the rival charms of wine ; 

So give him. girls, the mitten. 

While a chemical lecturer was describing the nature of gas, 
an old lady anxiously enquired of a gentleman what he meant by 
oxy-gm and hydro-gin. " Why, madam," replied he, " they are 
nearly alike, only oxy-gin is pure gin, and hydro-gin is gin and 
water." 

The man who confines himself to the drink best for him is 
well supplied. 



Water Spouts. 



13 




Water-Lilies . 

The Band of Hope, in Springdell, were going to have a 
celebration for the Fourth of Jul} r . So they had a fine 
dinner — each four boys having a table of their own, with 
cakes, lemonade, ice-cream, or anything nice they could 
coax their mothers to prepare or their extra pennies to 
furnish. Very low were their prices, and very well patron- 
ized were their half-dozen tables. And no one sold more 
than Jessie and Ralph Sterling. I think it was because 
of the beautiful fresh water-lilies that formed a complete 
edge about their table. How could that be ? Nothing 
easier. Get the tinner to make a tin trough, about two 
inches wide and an inch high, just to fit about the four 



l 4 Water Spouts. 

sides of your table, and fill it with wet sand, and put in 
your white lilies in their beautiful green, and you will see 
what a table they had. And for what was the money 
which the Band of Hope boys took in? To get silver 
badges for their old tin ones, and to take The Temperance 
Banner for their new Sabbath-school. No wonder the 
girls formed a new Band of Hope after this celebration, 
and kept their secrets well, letting nothing be known of 
their most important doings, save the name of their So- 
ciety, which, of course, was "The Water-Li-lies." Per- 
haps their secret will come out next Fourth of July ! 

Kruna. 
►♦< 

Scruples to a Drain. 

Drunkard. — Three scruples used to make a drachm ; 
But I've improved the table : 
I find no scruples to a dram — 
Beat that, if you are able ! 

Teetotaler. — You find no scruple to a dram ; 
But has your wife not found 
Another table where one dram 
Will often make a pound? 

Drunkard. — You've turned the tables well on me ! 
I'm beat on that — and so is she ! 

Charade. 

My first you'll own is never bad, 

What all should strive to be ; 
M)' second often may be had 

For quite a trifling " fee " ; 
My whole is known throughout the land 
By leaders of the Temperance Band. 

Ans. — Good Templar. 



" Are the jury agreed?" asked a judge of a court attache, whom 
he met on the stairs with a bucket in his hand. " Yis," replied 
Patrick, " thuy have agreed to send out for half a gallon." 



Water Spouts, 



15 




Marched Out. 

It was rather a perversion of " Yankee Doodle," but 
that was what the drummers beat and the soldiers sang 
as they marched off Corporal Flip in an immense beer- 
barrel. He had held too much from the barrel, and the 
Colonel thought it was a poor rule that wouldn't work 
both ways, and so he let the barrel hold him. How would 
you like that, boys? Look at Corporal Flip's head, and 
see how fine a thing it is to be made conspicuous ! 

In the army, men have to walk pretty straight. Some- 
times they are punished by having to drag about with 
them a heavy ball and chain. Sometimes they wear a 
placard on their backs, with the word " Coward " or 
"Thief" printed on it in large, bright letters. But this 
punishment of Corporal Flip's is worse than either. Yes, 
because his criine was worse. You can easily see that he- 
has been guilty of drunkenness. You may not as easily 



1 6 Water Spouts, 

see that it is worse than cowardice or theft, but it is. 
It is the father of cowards and of thieves, and, more, of 
murderers. u But you are not in the army, so you can 
drink and not be made conspicuous, like Corporal Flip ! " 
Do not deceive yourselves. There is a Cold Water Army, 
and every boy or man who breaks its laws soon becomes 
as conspicuous as Corporal Flip. He may not march to a 
lively tune, in a beer-barrel ; but he is none the less con- 
spicuous for that. He reels along beneath a crownless 
hat, with a troop of boys shouting in his train; and it 
needs no words, in bright printed letters, to set forth his 
guilt. " For Intoxication " is stamped on his bloated fea- 
tures, his swollen eyes, his staggering step, his road-side 
bed, as plainly as you can see it on Corporal Flip's beer- 
barrel. 

Will you join the Cold Water Army, and never be the 
one to be marched out? If you aim to be conspicuous^ 
don't seek it as the hero of a beer-barrel. Kruna. 



What is tne difference between a weaver and a drunkard ?- 
£w — One spir.b and reels ; and the other reels, without spinning 



The Good Time Coming. 

Oh ! when will men be wise. 

And folly cease to reign ? 
When will they virtue prize, 

And from strong drink abstain / 
When will they cease to fill 

Sweet homes with strife and woe ? 
To welcome every ill, 

Intemperance can bestow r 
When, oh ! when ? 

Author of all good things ! 

Oh ! make the people wise. 
Lead to the living springs. 
To pure and heavenly joys ! 
May all abstain 

From drinks which slay 
And haste the day 
When Christ shall reign I 



Water Spouts. 



17 



If children are 
permitted to trifle 
with the bottle, they 
will be pretty sure 
to sow the seeds of 
intemperance, and 
from those seeds 
there will grow up 
a harvest of woes 
whose torments arc 
indescribable. 

A taste of domes- 
tic wine ; the sugar 
and spirits at the 
bottom of the gob- 
let when the com- 
pany has gone ; the 
alcoholic cordial in 
the cradle, all tend 
to create and feed 
the fearful appetite 
of the drunkard. 

The rosy and radi- 
ant boy, the hope of 
his father and the 
pet of his mother, 
will grow not to no- 
ble manhood, but 
the slave of habit — 
debauched and de- 
bilitated — a thing in 
rags, instead of a 
man. The drunkard 
is often a tyrant, 
and his wife and 
children dread his And the Ending. 

approach. Tears cannot touch his heart — the counsel 
of friends is lost upon him until the evil spirit is cast out. 







1 8 Water Spouts, 

King Alcohol. 

The history of King Alcohol is a history of shame and 
corruption, of cruelty, crime, rage, and ruin. 

He has taken the glory of health from the cheek, and 
placed there the reddish hue of the wine-cup. 

He has taken the lustre from the eye, and made it dim 
and bloodshot. 

He has taken beauty and comeliness from the face, and 
left it ill-shapen and bloated. 

He has taken strength from the limbs, and made them 
weak and tottering. 

He has taken firmness and elasticity from the steps, and 
made them faltering and treacherous. 

He has taken vitality from the blood, and filled it with 
poison and seeds of disease and death. 

He has taken the impress of manhood from off the 
face, and left the marks of sensuality and brutishness. 

He has bribed the tongue to madness and cursing. 

He has turned the hands from deeds of usefulness to 
become instruments of brutality and murder. 

He has broken the ties of friendship, and planted seeds 
of enmity. 

He has made a kind, indulgent father a brute, a tyrant, 
a murderer. 

He has transformed the loving mother into a very fiend 
of brutish incarnation. 

He has taken luxuries from off the table, and compelled 
men to cry on account of famine, and beg for bread. 

He has stripped backs of the broadcloth and silk, and 
clothed them with rags. 

He has taken away acres, and given not even a decent 
burial-place in death. 

He has crowded our courts, and filled to overflowing 
©ur penitentiaries and houses of correction. 

He has peopled our poor-houses, and straitened us for 
room in our insane asylums. 

He has filled our world with tears and groans, with the 
poor and helpless, with wretchedness and want. 



Water Spouts. 



19 




The Family Clock. 

One by one the valuable articles of furniture have been 
taken from the home of the Clarks by the selfish and 
unsparing father. Each time they wondered what would 
go next. Do you ask what for ? Tis the old, old story- 
he must have liquor, and the money to buy it. 

Time was when their rooms were handsomely furnish- 
ed, and he as proud of their possessions as was his dear 



20 



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little wife ; but that was in the past. There yet remained 
the dear old family clock. Surely he would not dare 
touch that ! Why, that clock was given them by Mrs. 
Clark's mother, on their wedding-day, and she had kept 
it many years before. It was a family heirloom — valua- 
ble of its kind, and looked as good as new. 

But, the father must have money, " by hook or by 
crook," as he says, and he deliberately takes it from the 
shelf, where it has stood for so man}'' years. What can 
they do without its tick, tick, tick? The children's tears 
and pleadings are useless, however. Go it must, and go 
it did, while the children mourned, but inwardly resolved 
never to touch the stuff that had so changed their father. 



The Four Seasons. 




LVia.NG. Summer. 

In Spring-time, Satan sowed the tares among the wheat 

Both grew alike, and none surmised the cheat. 

In Summer-time, the tares are plainly seen, 

And blossom while as yet the wheat is green. 

By Autumn-time, the tares now grown and spread 

And ripened ; but, alas ! the wheat is dead. 

In Winter (as of wheat there is no yield), 

The tares are burnt, and, burning, burn the field 



Water Spouts. 



21 




Autumn. 



Winter. 



'Tis thus the boy, who, tempted to the bar, 
Begins with cider or a mild cigar. 

In youth, perhaps, the wine, and card or dice, 
Rival a mother's prayers and good advice. 

In manhood, brandy has the full control 
Of mind and body, brain, and even soul. 

When old, a bloated wreck without a friend, 
Who in a ditch or prison finds the end. 

+ Edward Carswfl: 

Touch Xot the Cup. 

Beware, young man, beware ! 

There's danger in the cup ; 
It hides the tempter's snare ; 

Oh ! do not drink it up. 
'Tis braver far its lord to be 
Than let it live to conquer thee. 

Young woman, shun the glass, 

It is thy sex's bane ; 
Pray let the goblet pass, 

It may bring thee to shame ; 
For father, brother, husband, son, 
Are, day by day, by it undone. 



22 Water Spouts. 

The Wine Question. 

" Wine is a mocker." The word wine occurs in the Bibl« 
261 times ; 121 times it contains warnings, 71 times it contains 
warnings and reproofs, 12 times it denounces it as poisonous and 
venomous, and 5 times it totally prohibits it. " Whosoever is 
deceived thereby is not wise." No one doubts that intoxicating 
wine is referred to. But wine is also referred to in the Bible as a 
blessing, making the heart glad — an emblem of purity and spi- 
ritual mercies. It is used to symbolize the blood of the atone- 
ment, and is to be drunk anew in our Father's kingdom. This 
is not the wine which mocks and deceives, and which " at last 
bites like a serpent, and stings like an adder." Two kinds of 
wine are referred to, one fermented and the other unfermented — 
one intoxicating and the other unintoxicating. Christ nevei 
made, or drank, or recommended intoxicating wine. Nothing 
fermented was or could be used at the Passover or Lord's Sup 
per. The entire subject of the wines of the ancients, and the 
wedding-wine at Cana, expediency, good and bad wine, etc., is 
fully discussed in a little book recently published by the National 
Temperance Society, entitled " Laws of Fermentation," by Rev. 
Wm. Patton, D.D., clearly proving that two kinds of wines ex- 
isted in Judea at the time of our Saviour, and that the alcoholic 
kind never should be used as a beverage. 

" 'Stay till I bring the cup with Bacchus crowned, 
Then with a plenteous draught refresh thy soul, 
And d r aw new spirits from the generous bowl.' 
' Far hence be Bacchus' gifts,' Hector rejoined. 
' Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind, 
Unnerves the limbs and dulls the noble mind : 
Let chief s abstain — and spare the sacred juice 
To sprinkle to the gods — 'tis fitter use' " — Homy/ 



Two swallows make no summer," 

A fact allowed by all ; 
But tipplers often show to us 
That twenty make — a fall I 

►♦* 

He who violates a pledge to which he has written his name 
strikes down his honor with his own hand. 



Water Spouts. 



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Miss Vine maizes a Speech. 



BY EDWARD CARSWELL. 



I am the fruitful vine, 

And, making no pretence 
To eloquence, I speak 

In simple self-defence. 
Great sins are charged to me, 

And poverty, and woe, 
For which I'm not to blame ; 

And this the world should know. 
I'm sent to bless mankind ; 

But he is not content 
To take the gift from God, 

And use it as it's seat ; 



But changes and distorts 

Until the good is ill ; 
And even food for life 

Is made a thing to kill. 
He even makes from drugs 

A stuff, and calls it wine, 
Tho' never in the grape 

Nor nurtured by the vine. 
The wine I give is good, 

And hideth not a sting, 
But that the world Calls wine 

Is quite another thing. 



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"Sung the Pledge." 

A boy asked his father, who was in the habit of using wine, 
if he might go to one of the Band of Hope meetings. " Yes, 
my boy," he said, "but you must not sign the pledge." He 
went, and they sang the tune, " Cheer up, my lively lads," re- 
peating the chorus over and over again, as follows : 

" Cheer up, my lively lads, 
In spite of rum and cider ; 
Cheer up, my lively lads, 
We've signed the pledge together." 

As he was walking home, however, the thought struck him 
that he had been singing what was not true : " We have signed 
the pledge together." He had not signed the pledge. When 
he reached home, he sat down at the table ; and on it was a 
jug of cider. " Jem," said one of his brothers, " will you have 
some cider ?" " No, thank you," was the reply. " Why not ? 
don't you like it ?" " Oh ! I'm never going to drink any more 
cider — nothing more that is intoxicating for me !" " My boy," 
said his father, " you have not disobeyed me ? You have not 
signed the pledge ?" " No, father," said he, " I have not signed 
the pledge, but I've sung it ; and I'm never going to touch 
another drop as long as I live." 

It was the means of his father's signing the pledge, and 
being one of the active workers in the cause of temperance. 
Sing, boys sing ! 



The beer-drinkers, tipplers, and wine-bibbing men 
May drink at the tap, and say, " Fill her again !" 
We'll drink pure water, that ne'er muddles the brain, 
And while slaking our thirst, we'll say, " Fill her again !" 

Yes, fill her again, boys, quite up to the rim, 

No matter at all if it's up to the brim : 

No man upon earth was ever made drunk 

While drinking pure water, quite fresh from the pump 



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Speech of the Old Apple-Tree* 

I am an old apple-tree, 

Dying, you see, 
Though the best in the orchard 

I used to be. 
I have borne many apples 

For Farmer Brown 
To store in his cellar or 

Sell in the town. 



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He has eaten my apples, 

Both green and dry, 
When stewed and when roasted, 

In pudding and pie. 
Thus used, they were good, giving 

Pleasure and health. 
Increasing his comforts, 

His strength and wealth, 
And his laughter and mirth ; 

For it was me 
Who furnished the fruit for 

The pairing bee. 
Thus it was in times past and 

Would be still 
Had no apples been sent to 

The cider-mill. 
Now Brown's children are raggedy 

His wife is sad, 
And the farmer himself has 

Gone to the bad ; 
For drinking his cider 

Led on to worse, 
And that sent as a blessing, 

He made a curse. 
And this is the moral : 'Tis 

Foolish in man 
To try to improve on 

The Almighty's plan. 
What he gives us for food 

You'll find, I think, 
Does harm and no good, if 

Made into drink. 

Edward Carswel 



A New Disguise. — The Duke of Norfolk of Foote's time was 
much addicted to the bottle. On a masquerade night, he asked 
Foote what new character he should go in. " Go sober !" said 
Foote. 



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Old Bye makes a Speech. 

I was made to be eaten 

And not to be drank ; 
To be thrashed in a barn, 

Not soaked in a tank. 
I come as a blessing 

When put through a mill ; 
As a blight and a curse 

When run through a still. 



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Make me up into loaves, In drink I am master, 

And your children are fed ; The drinker a fool. 

But, if into a diink, Then remember the warning 

I will starve them instead. My strength I'll employ, 

In bread I'm a servant, If eaten, to strengthen, 

i The eater shall rule ; If drank, to destroy. 

Edward Carswell. 



The Rum Fiend. 

The National Temperance Society has recently published a 
poem of forty-eight pages, entitled " The Rum Fiend," by Wiiliam 
H. Burleigh, which is one of the most thrilling temperance poems 
ever written, and, for tragic interest and excellence, has no supe- 
rior dedicated to reform. It is illustrated with three choice wood 
engravings, designed by Edward Carswell, one of which is here- 
with presented. 

We take the following extract from that part of the poem which 
represents the devil addressing the rumseller. He says : 

" There are hearts to break ; there are souls to win 
From the ways of peace to the paths of sin ; 
There are homes to be rendered desolate , 
There is trusting love to be changed to hate, 

And joy to be dimmed by sadness. 
There are hands that murder must render red, 
Hopes to be blasted, and blight to be shed 
Over the young, and the pure, and fair, 
Till their lives are darkened by despair, 

Or linked to a cureless madness. 

" Hold on your course ! You are filling up 
With the wine of the wrath of God your cup ; 
And not till that cup is overbrimmed 
Shall the light of life for you be dimmed. 
The fiends exult in their home below 
As you deepen the pangs of human woe, 
And sow broadcast through every clime 
The seeds whose fruitage is shame and crime 



No man has a right to do as he pleases except when he pleases 
to do right. * 



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Dash it Down, 

A YOUTH 
standing on 
the brink of a 
precipice, with 
a glass of li- 
quor in his 
hand, delibera- 
ting which to 
throw away — 
the glass or 
himself. One 
hundred thou- 
sand go over 
and perish 
every year. A 
mighty army 
j o f moderate 
drinkers fill up 
the ranks. The 
first glass is 
the turning- 
point. Never 

take the first glass, and you never will become a drunkard. 
Drink it, and " behold a vast ocean surrounds you to whelm and 
sink you for ever." Dish it down! flee from the all-pervading 
destroyer, and take your stand on the side of total abstinence 
now and for ever. 




There's a battle to be fought, 
A victory to be gained ; 

There's a country to be saved, 
A host from sin reclaimed. 

There's an enemy abroad, 
So subtle and so strong, 



That the conflict must be fierce, 
The struggle must be long. 

We're recruiting for the ranks, 
For years and years to come ; 

That our numbers may not fail 
Ere triumph shall be won. 



Hem the morning with devotion, and the hours of the 
day will not unravel with intemperance and other vices. 

More are drowned in the wine-cup than in the depths 
of old ocean. 



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Worse than Poverty, 

" What makes you stand there, boy, to eat your porridge," 
asked a lame street-sweeper of a poor boy, who was eagerly de- 
vouring a dish of warm soup as he leaned against a building by 
the crossing. 

" It isn't my cup," answered the boy, as meekly as if Tom 
Barnet had a right to question him. " I got no cold vittles to 
take home, but a kind lady warmed me some soup to eat before 
I went on. I was awful hungry." 

"Why didn't you eat your dinner at home, then," asked Tom. 

Barbary, who had come out because it was so sunny to watch 



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Tom, and in the hope of an extra penny from some passer-by, 
pinched Tom's wrist, and whispered, " Don't." 

" What's the matter with you ?" growled Tom. 

" Of course, if he's out begging for vittles, he isn't likely to have 
much of a dinner to sit down to at home," whispered Barbary ; 
but not so low that Richard Blake did not hear as well as Tom. 

Richard held his large earthen spoon aloft in surprise, hardly 
knowing whether to cry or run. His great blue eyes took in 
Fanny's kind expression in a moment more, and he blurted out: 

" You're right there, little girl. I hope you have good dinners, 
And a mother that don't slap you if you go home as poor as you 
went out." 

" 1 don't beg," said Fanny timidly, looking at her ragged shoe 
and Tom's broom. " But since father died and mother's sick, 
we don't always have good dinners, and I'm not a bit sorry if 
anybody gives me a bit of money. Mother wouldn't scold if they 
never did, though; and if yours does, I wouldn't — wouldn't — go 
there !" 

" But I have to, or sleep in the street ; and, besides, sometimes 
she's good and kind to me. She would be always, I s'pose, 
if—" 

" You needn't say anything about that," said Tom, with some- 
thing like a tear in his eye, as he put his hand in his pocket, and 
then tucked a ten-cent scrip in Richard's ragged coat-pocket. 

" You oughtn't to," said Richard, " for. you'll want it yourself." 

" No matter, boy," replied Tom, " I only wish it was more." And 
pulling Barbary, he and his sister stepped into a store near by, and 
waited till Richard had returned his porringer and gone out of 
sight. 

" It was the scolding that touched me," said Tom, explaining to 

Barbary ; " and from a mother, too. It's bad enough to be lame and 

poor, but there's things worse, Barbie. I sha'n't lose by it, and 

we'll be all the kinder to our mother, that's all." 

Kruna, 
«.♦•« 

Why is the letter T like the first glass of wine? Ans. It is 
the beginning of Tippling. 

Why is the letter G like Delirium Tremens. % Ans. It is the 
end of Tippling. 



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Moot Out the Poison, 

" We had a perfectly splendid day," said Roxy, rushing into 
the dining-room, with her hat in one hand and a basket in the 
other. "Not a thing went wrong the whole day, did there, Grace? 
Swings and croquet, and Hi-spy, and the most elegant dinner. 
Wasn't it a perfect day, Grace." 

Grace, who walked in a little more demurely than Roxy, and 
with a tired look on her face, made some pleasant reply about " all 
seeming to have enjoyed the picnic," and Roxy was too busy 
shaking out napkins and cake-crumbs to notice any evasion. 



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But Mrs. Marlette saw that to Grace the day had not been "per- 
fectly splendid." 

So after Roxy was asleep, and Grace sat down with her head in 
her mother's lap for "a little talk," Mrs. Marlette said ; 

" Did anything go wrong to-day, Grace?" 

" How quick you always are to notice, mother ! Yes » I was 
dreadfully disappointed because Nettie wasn't there. You know 
how much she counted on it, and her mother had frosted hei 
cake, and got her such a nice basket ready. It was too bad. I 
didn't want to go a bit without Nettie ; but I knew it would spoil 
the day for Roxy, so I went and tried to have a good time for her 
sake." 

" But why did not Nettie go ? " 

" That is it. I'd even rather found her sick, if she wasn't dan- 
gerous. But I found her crying in her own room as if her heart 
would break ; and when I heard the loud talking, and the swearing 
too, mother, that came from her mother's bed-room, 1 understood 
it all. It is one of her father's worst times. And I don't see how 
he can do so. Such a lovely home and such a lady as Mrs. 
Stowell for his wife ; and Nettie — there isn't a sweeter, prettier girl 
in town than Nettie. Why ever will a man drink when it makes 
such trouble? It's bad enough for poor miserable roer with 
horrid homes — " 

" No matter who once gets under the power of the taste for 
strong drink, they will yield — educated and talented men, rich 
men, noble young men, and women too ; nothing short of a 
miracle seems to stop them." 

" But why, then, will men sell liquor to such people ? " 

"True enough. If a community only acted in this as in other 
things, it might be stopped. There was once a very curious 
plant introduced into the Royal Botanical Gardens at Kew, in 
England. It was called the Jatropha, and was probably the most 
poisonous plant ever brought into England." 

" I should not think they would have had such a plant, if it was 
ever so rare," said Grace. 

" Perhaps they did not know how poisonous it was. There is 
one species of the Jatropha from which our tapioca is made ; but 
this was a different species of the same plant. Once the superin- 
tendent of these gardens was bending over this poison-plant, 
when its fine, bristly stings touched his wrist. He grew numb at 



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once, his lips became swollen, and it was with great difficulty 
that his life was saved. But the fact that made me think of this 
now was that the next that was known this plant was gone from 
the Gardens. It was secretly but immediately removed. No 
waiting for royal permission, no delay for any reason — the plant 
was proved dangerous, and it must be destroyed. When, in spite 
of " public opinion " (a bugbear that has too long been wor- 
shipped), men make and execute laws that shall prevent the sale 
of this world-wide poison, then and only then will men be safe." 

KRUNA. 




It will tarnish your glorious manhood. 

And sow the wild seeds of disgrace — 
Then why deal with this terrible danger? 

Why enter this crime-haunted place ? 
Much better to pass it, a stranger, 

Than God's holy image deface. 

Much better to gird on the armor 
To fight life's great battle, and win, 

Than to lay down your all on the altar 
That burns in this temple of sin — 

To strike for the right and not falter— 
My son, O my son ! don't go in. 



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Battle Call. 

BY GEORGE S. BURLEIGH 

Ho ! brothers, dash the bottle 

That pleases but to kill, 
And on with us to throttle 

The demon of the still — 
The monster that is rushing 

Through mingled tears and wr 
All ancient glory crushing 

Along his horrid path. 

In cottage and in palace, 

Alike to high and low, 
He pours his burning chalice 

With bitter dregs of woe. 
He tramples down unsparing 

The fields of golden grain, 
Till fleshless famine, staring, 

Affrights his withered train. 

Even in the temple stalking 

Right proudly he hath trod, 
With impious daring mocking 

The holy name of God. 
The altar-stone is gory 

With blood-drops of his slain. 
The Christian's cup of glory 

Hath caught the crimson stain, 

Then on, and crush for ever 

The fiend of bowl and flask ; 
With hearts on fire, we'll never 

Turn backward from the task, 
Till rings the loud "hosanna V 

From all our warriors brave. 
As our victorious banner 

Is nlanted o'er his grave. 



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Learning to DrinJc. 

(a picture story.) 
These pictures tell their own story. 

It is the story of a drunkard's child. This father gave him the 
rottle and he ran with it to the tavern. 




Cn his return he meets other boys ; and, naturally enough, they 
are curious to taste the contents of the bottle. " What is good 




for men is good for boys," so they think. And why shouldn't the\ 
think so? 




So here are sown the seeds of the evil tree ; and the love 01 
rum fastens itself upon the boy's young life. Thus evil begets 
evil and new victims fall. 



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Nellie's Dotty Dimple. 

Nellie had guessed and guessed, but never got near the truth. 
She was a very persevering little girl, and did not wear her badge 
for nothing. No matter that her cousin Hugh Bradley argued 
that it wasn't best for children to sign pledges. It was a fact he 
said so, and gave for a reason « that they ought not to agree not to 
do a thing before they were old enough to understand fully all it 
implied." " I know it implies sin, and misery, and horrid disgrace, 



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said Nellie, "and that's enough, and I shall get all I can to sign 
my pledge. I'm awful proud of every name." And she held her 
little red-covered book open close before Hugh's eyes. Yes, and 
before long she got Hugh Bradley's name there. He " couldn't 
get rid of her teasing, and her brown eyes were too much for him," 
he said. Mr. Bradley was quite delighted when he heard of it ; 
for he knew, although Nellie did not, that not only cider but 
wine had a particular relish for Hugh. Mr. Bradley was not 
only delighted but grateful, and he had sent Nellie a present in 
the basket, which she had been trying to guess. Her father held 
it aloft, saying, "Guess again," quite triumphantly, until all at 
once a little faint " mew" fell on Nellie's ear. 

" Oh ! a kitten ! a kitten !" she exclaimed ; and the basket was 
quickly untied, and Nellie's loving hands gently but eagerly 
lifted "Dotty Dimple" (for she was named before she was fairly 
out) from the basket. If you had listened that night while Nellie 
tied a soft blue velvet ribbon on pussy's neck, you might have 
heard her say, "We know, don't we, Dotty, that it's good for 
children .o sign a pledge?" Kruna. 



Though I look old, yet am I strong and lusty; 

For in my youth I never did apply 

Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; 

Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo 

The means of weakness and debility, 

Therefore, my age is as a lusty winter, 

Frosty but kindly." — Shakespeare. 



A drunken fellow got out of his calculations, and was dozing 
in the street, when the bells aroused him by ringing for fire. 
"Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen," cried he. "Well, 
if this isn't later than I ever knew it." 



Two gentlemen were complimenting each other on their habits 

of temperance. " Did you ever," said one, " see me with more 

than I could carry?" " No, indeed," was the reply, " but I have 

seen you when I thought you had better have gone twice after it." 

►♦< 

A RUM blossom is one species of rye flower. 



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John and the King 

A True Story. 

BY MRS. J. P. BALLARD. 

King George the Third a servant had. 

John Adams was his name ; 
He was a goodly Scottish lad, 

Though quite unknown to fame. 

King George a secret cellar kept, 

Filled with Madeira wine 
So choice, not even the queen might share 

This product of the vine. 

To John he often gave the key 

With orders for Madeira, 
Then quaffed the goblet quite alone, 

Of which he was so chary. 

One Sabbath night, King George went dow 

With John to fetch a bottle ; 
John Adams' hand he noticed shake, 

He scarce could fill the bottle. 

He scarce could lock the cellar door ; 
" Why ! John, what is the trouble ?" 
To draw your wine this day, my lord. 
It gives me sorrow double." 

Your Majesty will me excuse — " 
" Ah ! John, I do respect you ; 
To bring me wine on Sunday night 
I'll ne'er again direct you." 

King George the Third he kept his word, 
And John he kept his Sunday ; 

And yet it grieved him still to draw 
Wine even on a Monday. 

And so at length John left the king 

But with the best intention ; 
And on his honest servant George 

Bestowed an ample pension. 



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" He Blights the Corn before it Reach the Ear." 

Of pictures that deface a printed page, 
Perhaps the saddest and the darkest shows 
An old man staggering to a drunkard's grave, 
Not in the frosty winter of his age. 
And such is he who enters next, and knows 



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Himself a sneak, a reprobate, a knave. 

The moral sense is dead ; he does not shrink " 

From any shift, or trick, or crime for drink. 

See the degraded wretch we picture here ; 

He blights the corn before it reach the ear. 

Yet he was once a gentleman, whose name 

Was heralded among the heirs of fame. 

See him — see many such, whose wretchedness 

Will make the Income Tax a penny less, 

And swell the boasted " Surplus" — millions gained 

For tens of millions lost. Where are they lost, 

If of such incubi we count the cost? 

Jails, hospitals, mad-houses — they know well ; 

And poor-houses o'er-crowded — they can tell. 

Ask what the judges, doctors, jailers, think 

The nation gets, and what it pays, for drink. 

*"*" 4 — Trial of Sir Jaspet . 

Posers. 

"What is champagne?" It is all sham except the pain, and 
that is real. " What is port wine?" It is a dangerous fluid used 
by some portly people, and it hastens all who use it to that port to 
which so many sail with three sheets in the wind. 

" Why are men intoxicated said to be corned?" Because corn 
is made into whiskey, and whiskey is made into wine, and whis- 
key and wine intoxicate those who use them. 

" If, as the reports of the revenue state, only 760,000 gallons 
of French brandy are imported, how can Americans consume 
7,000,000 of gallons of French brandy in this country ?" 

" How can a chemist make good foreign liquors — in New York 
cellars — out of fusel-oil, sulphuric acid, tannin, copper, cHorc 
form, and guinea pepper, with Ohio corn whiskey for a basis?" 



The Toper 's Autumn Soliloquy. 

Leaves have their time to fall, 

And so likewise have I ; 
The reason, too, 's the same — 

Both comes of getting dry ; 
But here's the difference 'twixt them and me : 

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The day opens pleasantly for this young teacher. Warm greet- 
ings and a gift of a few simple flowers from the little ones under 
her charge testify to their love. May she and all others in like 
positions realize their responsibility in training young minds, 
leading them up in the paths of wisdom and sobriety. By all 
means, let total abstinence be one of the many lessons taught 



them. 



Like wax ye can mould it in the form ye will, 
What ye write on the tablet remains there still ; 
And an angel's work is not more high 
Than aiding in forming one's destiny." 



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Here is My Hand, My Brother! 

BY GEO. W. BUNGAY. 

e * Honor thy father and thy mother" 

All the days of thy mortal life, 
Love thy sister and thy brother, 

And kindle not the fires of strife. 
Then thy life shall be sweet and cheery 

In the dear land where thou dost live ; 
In deeds of mercy be not weary, 

Gifts are given to the hands that give. 

v or thy own weal and others labor, 

And not alone for fame and pelf; 
For he who wisely helps his neighbor 

Will find that he has helped himself. 
A.nd should thy wayward brother stumble 

And fall upon the dusty road, 
Though poor, ill clad, ill fed, and humble 

Be brave, and dare to lift his load. 

Aid him in every true endeavor 

To scale the rugged hills of time — ■■ 
Labor for others is the lever 

That lifts the soul to heights sublime. 
Heal the poor heart that's almost broken, 

Let hope displace distrust and fear, 
Let happy words be softly spoken 

Like notes of music to the ear. 

The skill of man cannot dissever 

The three fold cord of kindred ties ; 
There is a law which lasts for ever, 

That links us here and in the skies. 
Then let us strive to aid each othei 

With temperance, offspring of the right ; 
Let man to man be like a brother, 

Let there be light ! let there be light ! 



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When my Ship conies Home. 

When my good ship comes home from sea, 
Full sail, with fair winds, piping free, 
What treasures will she bring for me? 

Tell me, ye wandering winds that fly 
Faster than white-winged ships that flee, 

Like clouds through upper deeps of sky ? 
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Will she bring spices sweet, and gold, 
And costly silks wrapped fold in fold, 
And luxuries from nations old? 

Tell me, ye stars that light her way, 
Through billows upon billows rolled, 

In drenching showers of silver spray ! 
My ship is a temperance ship, hurrah / 

Has she a precious freight of stones, 
Such as kings wear who sit on thrones, 
With glowing crowns and sparkling zones? 

Tell me, ye clouds that hover near, 
Soft'ning the light of stars and moons, 

That lift and lead the waters here ! 
My ship is a temperance ship, hurrali ! G. W. B. 



The Rumseller Cursed, 

It was thought by a good many that Nelly had lost her reason 
about that time. She soon found out that Barney, her husband, 
got rum at our shop ; and, sure enough, she brought her four lit- 
tle children, and, standing close to the shop door, she cursed 
Uncle Zeik, and made them do so too. Whenever she met him 
in the road, she used to stop short and say over a form she 
had. She made the children obe)^ her ; when he'd gone by, they'd 
move their lips, though you could not hear a word, and raise up 
their hands and eyes, just as their mother had taught them. When 
I thought these children were calling down the vengeance of 
Heaven on Uncle Zeik for having made them worse than father- 
less, it fairly made my blood run cold. After the death of her 
husband, she did not use to curse him, but she used to come and 
sit upon the horse-block before our shop, and sing : 

He dug a pit as deep as hell, 
And into it many a drunkard fell ; 
He dug a pit for sordid pelf, 
And into that pit he'll fall himself. 

Dr. Tilton said that Nelly was right, and that Uncle Zeik would 
fall into his own pit before he died. — Stage Coach. 



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Holiday Toys. 

Toys at the shop-windows attract the notice of a crowd of holi- 
day folks. The picture reminds us of good old Santa Claus and 
his subjects. These cheerful and pleasant faces suggest to the 
thoughtful mind reflections in relation to the condition of chil- 
dren who have no holidays, no home, no gifts, no happy associa- 
tions. Why? The answer comes to the brain before the lips can 
utter it ; the heart beats out the response to the question quicker than 
words can speak it — -intemperance ! Their intemperance ? No ! the 
intemperance of their parents. The children of drunken parents 



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are almost destitute of the necessities of life. Thanksgiving, Christ- 
mas, New Year's Day, would be as sad as all other days to them 
were it not for that sweet charity which hides a multitude of sins. 
True temperance is an angel of light and beauty in this vale of 
tears, and its sheltering wing is outspread to cover the defenceless 
and suffering, its arms are outreached to lift up the fallen, its lov- 
ing heart is overflowing with tenderness for those who have no 
mercy on themselves, and its active brain is continually suggest- 
ing plans for the advancement of human happiness. 



Temperance Toasts, 

Moderate Drinking. — The devil's railroad, with a steep down- 
ward grade to the depot of destruction. 

The First Glass. — Satan knocks at your door, and you say, 
Please, sir, walk in. 

Legal Suasion and Moral Suasion. — The currycomb and brush — • 
both useful in different ways. 

Hard Cider. — Hard every way, but hardest for those who drink it. 

Alcohol and Tobacco. — The pipe to drink and the pipe to smoke 
make it pretty dear paying the piper. 



Extreme Simplicity. 

A countryman took his seat at a tavern table opposite to a 
gentleman who was indulging in a bottle of wine. Supposing 
the wine to be common property, our unsophisticated country 
friend helped himself to it with the gentleman's glass. " That's 
cool !" exclaimed the owner of the wine indignantly. " Yes," re' 
plied the other, "I should think there was ice in it." 



Some flatter gin, brandy, and rum on their merits, 
Grog-punch and what not, that enlivens a feast ; 

'Tis true that they stir up the animal spirits, 
But may not the animal turn out a beast ? 

The man of the ark, who continued our species, 
He saved us by water ; but as for the wine, 

We all know the figure, more sad than facetious,. 
He made after tasting the juice of the vine. 



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The Temperance Sheep, 

The farmer told his boys one morning, 

If they ail the pledge would keep, 
He'd give each one, to help him remember 

Such a likely year-old sheep. 
The boys all said, " Oh ! yes ;" 

And John, the farmer, cried, 
" Ho, ho ! I've temperance sheep in plenty 

Every one shall be supplied." 



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Well pleased, I ween, was John, the farmer, 

Until Jack, a sly young elf, 
Said, " Father, now hadn't you better 

Take a year-old sheep yourself?" 
Down fell the eyes of John, the fanner, 

And he kept them down until 
He signed the pledge that lay on the table, 

As he said, " My boys, I will." 

The Rumseller's Wish. 

I wish I were a spider, and that all mankind were flies, 

My web I would spread wider than all across the skies. 
Ah ! the stupid, foolish creatures, they should keep me fat and 
sleek ; 
I would stroke my rosy features, as I thus to myself would 
speak : 

CHORUS. 

Hurrah for the well-fed spider, hurrah for the foolish flies ! 
My web shall stretch yet wider, till it reach across the skies ! 

In the coldest days of winter, when the snow is on the ground, 
I invite the flies to enter, my good fire to buzz around ; 

In the longest days of summer, when the harvest work is done, 
I can take in every comer, and drain his purse like fun. 

The teetotaler I plunder, for I make him keep my poor ; 

For he broke my web asunder, and that tax he shall endure. 
I should like to catch him tripping, and his nose to the grind- 
stone bend ; 
For he from my grasp is slipping, and I don't know how 'twill 
end. 

FINAL CHORUS. 

We are coming, Mr. Spider, we are coming by-and-by ; 
So set thy house in order, for the time is drawing nigh. 



When intoxicated, a Frenchman wants to dance, a German 
wants to sing, a Spaniard to gamble, an Englishman to eat, an 
Italian to boast, a Russian to be affectionate, an Irishman to fight, 
and an American wants to make a speech. 



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Stand by Your Colors, 

A young lad once signed the temperance pledge in his Sunday- 
school. Several of his companions laughed at him for doing so, 
and resolved that he should break it. He told them they might 
laugh at him as much as they pleased, but he had made up his 
mind, and nothing they might say would change it. He had seen 
enough ruin caused by using liquor, and he meant to have no- 
thing to do with it. 

One day, when sent to the village on an errand, they met him 



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near the tavern, and tried by coaxing to induce him to take a 
glass of something. He refused, and one of them, whom we will 
call John, becoming angry, swore that he should. He got a glass 
of brandy, and tried to pour it down the lad's throat. He resisted, 
and a scuffle ensued, in which John was thrown heavily to the 
ground. Nothing daunted, he determined to try again ; but one 
or two men standing near, admiring the boy's courage, took his 
part, daring John to lay hands on him again. 

This happened some ) r ears ago. The lad has now grown up 
to manhood, but not a drop of liquor has ever passed his lips. 
Not so with the others. All became more or less intemperate, 
and John at an early age died with delirium tremens. The one 
who stood firm to his resolves was with him in his last hours, and 
declared he never saw such a sad scene in his life. It made 
more intense, if possible, his hatred of liquor ; and, though he 
keeps a large public resort for summer travellers, will not allow a 
drop of it within its doors, though often urged to keep it for the 
accommodation of his customers. He says he will give up his 
business if he cannot get along without selling liquor. Would 
there were more like him ! 



An Irishman was taken up for vagrancy. It was charged before 
the court that he was a common vagrant, " without visible means 
of support." Drawing from one pocket a bottle of brandy, and 
from another a piece of dry codfish, he held them up, with the 
triumphant exclamation, " Plase yer honors, here's my visible 
means of support." 

A liquor-seller, on presenting his bill to the executor of a 
deceased customer, asked: "Do you wish my bill sworn to?" 
" No," said the executor, " the death of the deceased is sufficient 
evidence that he obtained the liquors mentioned in the bill." 

" I'll put a head on you," said the cooper to the whiskey-barrel. 
" You had better keep away from me, or your head will be of no 
use to you," said the barrel to the cooper. 

" Is your master a temperance man, Sambo ?" " No, sah ; he's a 
member of Congress." 

Scratch a drunkard with a pin, 
You'll find whiskey in the skin. 



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A. Cold Water Remedy, 

The above illustration represents a scene in "The Dumb 
Traitor," a book recently published by the National Temperance 
Society, showing- the method adopted by a)-oung lad for restoring 
to reason his half-drunken brother. This book of 336 pages is 
one of intense interest, and will instil right temperance princi- 
ples into the minds of young men. 



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Somebody's Drunk. 

Who is it ? Look at the picture opposite. It is engraved from 
an original sketch by Edward Carswell, the distinguished tempe- 
rance lecturer, expressly for the National Temperance Society. 

Somebody's drunk, as you will see if you look sharp enough. 

It is not the flowers, they drink only water. One drop of alco- 
hol would kill them. 

Neither the birds, though they get pretty high sometimes. 

It's not the ship, though she staggers a little. 

Nor the steamboat — die worst it does is to smoke a pipe. 

Then who is drunk? Somebody is, and I guess if we look 
sharp we shall find a man somewhere. He has a bottle in his 
hand. See if you can find him. 



When Mum shall cease to Reign. 

(Tune — When JoJi7iny Comes Marching Home.) 
BY EDWARD CARSWELL. 



Get ready for the jubilee, 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
When this our country shall be free, 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
The girls will sing, the boys will shout, 
When Alcohol is driven out ; 
And we'll all feel gay when 

Whiskey reigns no more ; 
And we'll all feel gay when 
Whiskey reigns no more. 

We're only children now, you know, 

Hurrah ! hurrah : 
But temperance children always 
grow, 
Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
The girls will all be women then, 
The boys of course, will all bo men, 
And we'll all fight rum ti'.l rum 

Shall be no more ; 
And we'll all fight rum till rum 
Shall be no more. 



From Maine to California, 

Hurrah! hurrah! 
From Delaware to Canada, 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
The struggle now is going on, 
And, when the mighty victory's won, 
We'll all feel gay that 

Whiskey reigns no more ; 
We'll all feel gay that 

Whiskey reigns no more. 

It will not do to simply say, 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
But do your duty, then you may 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! 
Assist the weak, yourself deny, 
Stand by the right, and by-and-by 
We'll all feel gay that 

Whiskey reigns no more ; 
We'll all feel gay that 

Whiske}' reigns no more. 



When a man expects to rate as a gentleman, he must not expec« 
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The New Year. 

We are standing on the threshold ; we are in the opened door— - 
We are treading on a border land we have never trod before — 
Another year is opening, and another year is gone, 
We have passed the darkness of the night ; we are in the early 

morn — 
We have left the fields behind us o'er which we scattered seed ; 
We pass into the future which none of us can read. 
The corn among the weeds, the stones, the surface mould, 
May yield a partial harvest ; we hope for sixty-fold 



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From out the tender hearts of children we have taught, 
From all the grateful homes where Temperance has wrought 
Then hasten to fresh labor, to thrash, and reap, and sow, 
Then bid the new year welcome, and let the old year go — 
Then gather all your vigor, press forward in the fight, 
And let this be your motto, " For God, and for the Right." 



Clear the Way, 

There is a fount about to streara P 
There is a light about to beam, 
There is a warmth about to flow, 
There is a flower about to blow, 
There is a midnight darkness changing into gray , 
Men of thought and men of action, clear the way ' 

Aid the dawning tongue and pen ; 

Aid it, hopes of honest men ; 

Aid it, paper ; aid it, type ; 

Aid it, for the hour is ripe, 
And our earnest must not slacken into play ; 
Men of thought and men of action, clear the way I 



After Toil conies Rest. 

Oh ! haste, brothers, haste, there's work to be done 
While the sun shines brightly o'er us ; 

Come, and take your part with a willing heart 
In the deeds that lie before us ; 

Singing on, brothers, on, in the race for life, 

In the manly toil, in the daily strife. 

Rest after his toil, and sweet repose, 
No true worker dreams of scorning ; 

But he likes not the drowsy ways of those 

Who will slumber still when each eastern hill 
Is aglow with the beams of morning : 

Then on, brothers, on, in the race for life, 

In the manly toil, in the daiiy strife. 



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Mow to Build, 

11 Dolly may sleep in the basket till my house is built," 
said Lucy, laying on another block with the gravity of a 
mason. 

" You keep right on so," said Faith, who admired Lucy's 
patience, and watched her with delight in her little un- 
dertakings. 

" That's the way to do — to keep right on ! " said Lucy 
thoughtfully. 

Yes, in everything. " First be sure you're right, and 
then go ahead." Lay a good foundation, build squarely, 
and "keep right on," and you will make a building of 
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Hexy-s Pond- Lilies. 

MRS. J. P. BALLARD. 

" Let me have two or three bunches," said Florence. " You 
know mother is so fond of pond-lilies, and they're only five cents a 
bunch. Besides," added Florence in a whisper, " Hexy's awfully 

poor." 

" Four nice bunches, five in a bunch," said Florence, with a 



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happy look in Hexy's face ; and there was sunshine there, too, as 
Hexy gave the snowy, golden-hearted blossoms into Florence's 
hand. " I brought the very nicest for you. See the pretty pink 
stripes on the outside of this one, and such plump buds — pinky 
too ! " said Hexy, quite triumphant^. Then, with a kind word 
and a promise to take more fresh, pinky ones another day, Hexy 
went on, holding her basket on one arm, and crushing her two bits 
of scrip tightly in the other hand. She forgot the rain, that came 
in slanting sheets, and had seemed so cruel and chilling just 
before — forgot all her troubles in the picture of a cup of hot tea 
and a nice roll being handed by a good little daughter to a pale, 
sick mother on a very miserable bed in a room that nothing 
brightened now but Hexy's love. 

And Florence put her four bunches of lilies into one .pretty 
china vase, and carried them to her invalid mother, whose weary, 
feverish cheek rested on the daintiest of pillows, and whose room 
was filled with every article of beauty and luxury one could 
devise or wish for. The languid eyes opened, as Florence's quick 
step entered, and she held the vase before her mother. 

" Oh ! how fresh and beautiful. Sweet pond-lilies ! " And she 
stroked the pure petals of one she drew from the vase with her 
thin, white fingers, while tears began to roll down her cheeks. 

" The dear old home ! Oh ! if I could only be there once more. 
If I could go out in the little boat on our own lake, and snap off 
the brown-stemmed beauties as I did when a child ! Arthur," 
she said, turning to her husband, " I believe it would be better 
than medicine." And so the lilies revealed what was needed, and 
decided the remedy ; and Florence and her mother went clear 
away to Vermont for " home-lilies," but not until Florence had 
told Hexy's sad home-history to her father in all the minute pic- 
ture-detail which a child's warm heart and earnest fancy dictate. 
And that is why Hexy had no more cold refusals when she cried 
" fresh pond-lilies " anywhere in the village — why her berries were 
always taken at the best price, and all her earnest efforts to help 
her mother and bring some joy to a drunkard's home met with 
success. 



Why is a frog like a temperance man ? Because he loves cold 
water, and always has a green back. 



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Mary Brown. 

BY MRS. M. A. KIDDER. 

Every one about the town 
Knew the case of Mary Brown , 
How she led a wretched life, 
Toiling as a drunkard's wife, 

Mary Brown had children two, 
Little daughters, kind and true — 
Grace and Bessie, nine and seven 
(One sweet babe had gone to heaven). 

When poor Mary Brown was ill, 
These dear children, with a will, 
Worked with fingers deft and spry. 
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Worked by mother's bedroom-door 
On small garments for the store, 
That thsy never, never might 
Want for bread or candle-light. 

By-and-by a great change came ; 
Paul Brown nobly signed his name 
To the pledge, and kept it too — 
Husband, father, once more true. 

Mary Brown is happy now, 
Joy's sweet sunshine on her brow • 
For her darling children may 
Go to school, ay, every day. 



In a Southwestern town recently, a man fell into a ditch on the 
outskirts. A pedestrian helped him to his feet ; and, after the 
thing had been accomplished, our hero said : " All right — hie — IT 
vote for you." The stranger looked at him doubtfully, and wished 
to know what for. " Wha' office ye runnin' for ? " " I ? None at 
all," was the answer. " Not a candidate ? " " No ; why ? " " Why 
— hie — why? 'Cause I don't know as any man'd — hie — help 
'nother as you did 'thout being a candidate." 



A gentleman in the habit of occasionally using intoxicating 
drinks took up an able temperance address, and sat in his family 
to peruse it. He read it through without saying a word, when he 
exclaimed : " This man is a fool." He then read it through again, 
and, when he had finished it a second time, exclaimed : " Thai 
man is a fool, or I am." A third time he read it with still greater 
care, and, when he had finished the last sentence, exclaimed : " I 
am a fool," and never tasted a drop of ardent spirits afterward. 



" No fashionable lady ever goes to bed without first looking in 
her glass," said a tippling editor to a lady friend. 

" And no fashionable gentleman ever goes to bed without first 
drinking out of his," retorted the lady. 



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Delirium Tremens. 

This is a disease brought on by drinking liquors. All who 
dtink are liable to it. We trust none of the readers of the Tem- 



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perance Almanac will ever know what it is by actual expeitence 
Alcohol is a brain poison. " Look not upon the wine when it is 
red," for " at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like 
an adder." The person who has delirium tremens imagines ten 
thousand imps, adders, serpents, scorpions, etc., all biting and 
stinging at a time. Language fails to give a faithful picture of 
this mental madness. It is insanity inspired by rum. It is the 
protest of nature against the violation of her physical, intellectual, 
and moral laws. It is the trembling of the mind on the precipice 
of the deep gulf of darkness and despair. Look at the unhappy 
victim. His body totters under a weight of woe ; his mind is 
dispoised. Every vein is a viper, every artery an adder, every 
hair a scorpion, stinging him to madness. Shun the intoxicating 
cup, and you are safe. There is no safety in the drink. 
Delirium tremens burns the brain, 

Each artery an adder seems 
A viper bites in every vein, 

And devils people all his dreams. 

George W. Bungay. 

A Moclcer, 

"Wine is a mocker" (Prov. 20:1). It promises us strength, 
and it mocks us with weakness ; it promises health, and it mocks 
us with disease ; it promises happiness, and it mocks us with 
misery. Its promises are lies, and its pretences are cheats. The 
more we use it, the more we think we need it. It deceives us 
concerning our true condition. It makes us feel well when we 
are sick, and leaves us sick when we ought to be well. No 
thoughtful man wishes to feel well unless he is well. Such de- 
ception leads to overaction, and results in ruin. Leave the mocker 
alone. Beneath the glitter of its fascinating eye there coils and 
crawls the form of the destroying reptile. " At the last it biteth 
like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder." Beware of the mocker ! 

When a man is unable to tell the time by his watch, because 
there are two hands, and he does not know " which to believe," it 
is a tolerably sure sign that he has partaken of more refreshments 
than nature requires. 



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What Bid It? 

I'm sure it was nothing but Daisy and Grace that ever saved 
their father from a drunkard's grave. He had loved his wife truly 
and tenderly when she was a bride, and for years after ; but he 
grew to love his wine. as well, and then better, and her anxious 
look and pleading voice only pained him more and more. And 



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when she saw it, and stopped pleading, her pitiful silence irritated 
him, and Ruth Grayson gave up in despair. 

"A man that won't care for his wife when she's patient and true, 
and works as I do, is just a hopeless case," she said to herself at 
last. And who could blame her? But she might, after all, have 
taken a lesson from her own little seven-year-old Daisy. It did 
seem as if the darker things grew in the house, the brighter Daisy 
was. The harsher her father got to be, the pleasanter Daisy was. 
There was always something left that was " pretty " or a " comfort 
to have," and the brightest and prettiest things she could get were 
sure to be in sight when her father was coming home. Grace 
caught Daisy's spirit without knowing it. " See my booful flowers ; 
make papa a pitcherful ! " she exclaimed one evening, with her 
apron full of daisies and milkweed blossoms from the roadside. 
A " pitcher " was Daisy's vase, and she smelled the flowers as 
if they were fragrant pinks, and made a " pitcherful," and put it on 
the table her mother had spread for tea, and which waited theii 
father's return. 

" My blossoms and Daisy's bookay ! " shouted Grace, as hei 
father took his seat at the table, and looked at the poor daisies and 
pale milkweed flowers. 

Something touched his heart, but he only looked sadder than 
usual, and sat gazing at the " pitcherful " of flowers. 

" Grace thought you liked 'em," said the little girl, half-pouting ; 
" Grace picked 'em for you." And she burst into tears. 

I said I thought his children saved this man, fast on a road tc 
disgrace and ruin. Was it shame that he could scorn pure, child- 
ish affection ? Was it remorse that he had blighted living flow. 
ers ? From that hour Walter Grayson became a changed man. 

Kruna. 



" Its nature suits its name" said Dick, 

Refusing offered gin ; 
" You've sprung the snare, and now would fain 

Draw an old comrade in. 
" Here, sign this pledge, and take my hand, 

With a victorious shout ; 
Far better than to draw me in 

That I should lift you out ! " 



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Wealth and Wine. 

One dreary winter evening Mr. Bedloe, anxious for his daugh- 
ter's comfort, sent Raleigh to visit her. 

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entered, bringing a well-filled basket. " Mother and I have been 
lonely. Hickory-nuts, too. That was a kind thought in you." 

" That was grandfather's thought. He said it was a good eve- 
ning to crack nuts, roast apples, and drink cider ; only your 
mother don't quite approve of cider." 

" But / do," replied John. " I wholly approve of it. I have 
drunk it when it was sparkling as champagne." 

" That is why I disapprove of it," said Mrs. Warland with a sigh. 
" O boys ! I wish I could make you feel about such things as I do." 

" Why, Aunt Jane, do you think there is any danger of our be- 
coming drunkards because we drink cider once in a while ?" 

" No one is really safe who drinks moderately." 

" But I don't see why mother need be so particular about cider,'' 
said John. " Grandfather always drinks it, and I don't a bit 
doubt but what mother used to drink it herself." 

" I did ; and there was a time when I drank wine and champagne." 

" And you didn't get drunk either," was urged in reply. 

" Yes, I did," she answered, the words dying out in a wailing 
sob. " Sit down here, and let me tell you all about it," she added 
with great effort. " I shall never have courage to tell you, unless 
I do so to-night. Don't hate me, boys. It was a terrible thing, 
but I believe God has forgiven me. I began by yielding a little, 
and drinking because it was fashionable." 

" Hate you ! " murmured her son, throwing his arms around 
her. " I couldn't. But it don't seem possible that my mother — " 

Here the boy laid his head upon his mother's shoulder, and 
wept bitterly ; while Raleigh turned away to wipe the tears from 
his eyes. 

Nuts were forgotten, and the rosy apples stood untasted, while 
this woman described with startling minuteness her gradual 
enslavement by the siren of the wine-cup. There were frequent 
pauses in the narrative ; but at length it was all told. The wind 
howled, the storm raged, and the fire burned low on the hearth ; 
yet tnis group within the cottage heeded neither wind, nor storm, 
nor increasing cold. 



Watch ! The enemy is after you. He is lurking unseen 
along your path. Keep your armor on, for he will strike un- 
awares. Have your shield with you, for you know not when his 
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Father's Wine. 

Poppie is a lady, with muslin, frills, and laces, 
Standing by her father's knee as he sips his wine, 

Dainty little maiden waits until at signal 

Out the little hand pops, " All of rest is mine." 

Many a festive evening comes the little fairy, 

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Sips from out the wine-cup, till the child loved it ! 
Ah ! the distant future father could not see. 

Passed have many winters, bringing storm and sunshine, 
Bringing to the father, ah ! what grief untold ! 

Poppie, little lady — lady now no longer, 

Exiled from the proud heme — out into the cold. 

Sometimes in the evening father hears a whisper — 
Solemn, sweet, and tender as a voice divine : 

" While the morning lasteth, ere the night-time cometh, 
Save the other children from the rosy wine" 



Quaint but True. — Sydney Smith, when writing of the wrongs 
of Ireland, and the foolish cries that many people raised, said : 
" What trash, to be bawling in the streets about the ' Green Isle,' 
and the ' Isle of the Ocean,' and the bold anthem of ' Erin-go- 
bragh.' A far better anthem," said he, " would be ' Erin-go-pan- 
taloons without holes in them.' " If workingmen wish to improve 
their condition, it is no use shouting ' Down with the Govern- 
ment," or " Down with the Ministers." A far better anthem would 
be "Down with the beer," " Down with the tobacco," " Down with 
the pawnshop," for these are the hardest taskmasters. 

Sam Slick says, " Whenever a feller is too lazy to work, he gets 
a license, sticks his name over the door, calls it a tavern, and nine 
chances to ten but he makes the whole neighborhood as lazy and 
worthless as himself." 

A tavern is a true picture of human infirmity. In history we 
find only one side of the age exhibited to our view ; but in the 
account of a tavern we see every age equally absurd and equally 
"icious. — Goldsmith. 

Against diseases all, the strongest fence 
Is the defensive virtue — Abstinence. 

A young lady having read about a man having invented a stove 
which consumes its own smoke, hopes he will devise a method 
whereby tobacco-smokers can be run on the same economical 
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A Gilded Trap, 

Here is a glaring display of cut-glass goblets, tumblers, and 
Secanters. Colors and odors, company and amusements, are 
blended into tempting baits on the hook with which the devil 
catches sinners. There are no signs of revolting poverty in the 
picture. A boy is seated on a box of Vinegar Bitters ; a nicely- 
dressed and handsome young man politely declines an invitation 
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as a beautiful example ol courage and courtesy. The man with a 
Kossuth hat and full beard seems to be the only person who appre- 
ciates the situation of affairs. Behind him is a smoker lighting a 
cigar, and in front of him sits a stupid-looking person reading a 
newspaper. This picture illustrates one of the splendid traps which 
are set in almost every street to catch souls. How dangerous it 
is to use, even as a medicine, any kind of " cure-all " whose base 
is alcohol ! How much of the intemperance that desolates our 
hearths ami our hearts is due to the cordials and syrups and tinc- 
tures and " invigorators " that crowd the apothecary's shelf ! Vast 
multitudes of men, in whose systems the seeds of drunkenness 
were sown in early life, owe their intemperance to improper medi- 
cation. They are easily persuaded to step into the gilded saloons, 
where gaslight and song and story are attractions added to the 
alcoholic beverages. Let the reader beware of these gateways to 
the chambers of death. The song is the voice of the siren that 
lures to destruction ; the light is the glare of the pit of perdition ; 
the smoke is the smoke of torment. 



Puzzle. 

My whole is alluring, 

But comes not to bless ; 
Curtail me, and find 

The road to success. 
Curtail me again, 

And find, without hire, 
Not that which you have, 

But half your desire. 
Curtail me once more, 

What remains will then show 
The end of all law 

And beginning of woe. 




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The Wo men 9 s Crusade. 

The women of our land have commenced a movement to ban- 
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Prayer, Faith, and personal effort have been their watchwords. 
The many aching, pleading hearts which have suffered innu- 
merable woes, misery, poverty, disease, and endless trouble all 
over our land, have taken the matter into their own hands, and 
the Lord has abundantly blessed their labors. Thousands of 
saloons have been closed, and hundreds of thousands have 
signed the pledge through their efforts. And now the call 
comes anew to every woman in America to do what she can to 
help clear the monster from the land. Do not wait for anybody 
else to start, but commence at once, and " God speed the right." 

" Arise ! for the day is passing, 
While you lie dreaming on ; 
Your sisters have girded their armor, 
And forth to the batde have gone. 

" You know there are lonely hearts breaking 
In homes that are shadowed with gloom — 
From which the red hand of the tempter 
Has stolen all brightness and bloom. 

" You know there are perishing fathers, 
And brothers, and husbands to save 
From the fiend that is luring them downward 
To fill the inebriate's grave. 

" Withhold not 3-our prayers and your labors 
The chains of the captive to break : 
Obey the commands of your Master — 
And work for humanity s sake." 



A Mississippi pilot saw the comet the other night, and imme= 
diately cried out : " I've got 'em — snakes ! I've had 'em before, 
but now the stars have got tails on 'em I'm a dead man." 



A red-nosed gentleman asked a wit whether he believed in 
spirits. " Ay, sir," replied he, looking him full in the face, " I see 
too much evidence before me to doubt it." 



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The Bobin. 

" Cheer up," the pretty robin sings, 
Perched on a leafless bough ; 
And then he flaps his little wings, 
And dances on the snow. 
" Cheer up," he sings, and looks around 
For any little crumbs ; 
And when he finds none on the ground, 
He to my window comes. 



I challenge anv man who understands the nature ox ardent 
3 pirits, and yet, for the sake of gain, continues to be engaged in 
the traffic, to show that he is not involved in the guilt of murder.- 
Lyman Beecher. 

ASK anv man if he wants inflamed eyes, sore throat .racking 
head, burning veins, and diseased stomach, and he w.11 thtnk you 
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Do you See my Lamh ? 

Po you see my lamb? My pa gave it tome on my birthday, and 
said if I was good I could be Jesus' little lamb. Did you ever 
see my pa? It's funny if you haven't — most everybody knows him, 
and /think he's the nicest pa I ever knew. He likes me better 
than any other little girl, and that's why he gave me this lamb. It 
don't cost anything to eat, it never runs away, and its clothes are 
the cheapest I ever did see. It wears only a thick wool coat, and 
I wish I could have one, so I could run and jump and not be 
afraid of tearing. If you won't tell anybody, I'll tell you I do like 
to run and climb trees and have nice times ; but ma says I mustn't 
— it's too rough and like boys' play. Then pa always speaks up 
and says, " Do let the child have her fun. What if she does tear 
her clothes ? We can get her more from the money I save by not 
chewing, smoking, or drinking," There ! now I've told you why 
he is so nice. 



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Signal Lights* 

Did you ever think, my dear children, that we have signal 
lights on life's pathwa}', and are we as careful to notice them as 
the drivers of the locomotives? Now, we have the great white 

light. Here it is ; it always - ; 

means all right. No one 

was ever deceived by it. 

It has been a lamp to the 

feet and a light to the path- 
way for thousands. It is 

the same light which led 

Pilgrim to the Celestial 

City. Do not be ashamed 

to be seen carrying it ; do 

not leave it in your trunk 
where )^our good mother put it. Many a boy has ; and while it 
lay there, hid and forgotten, he has been tempted from the right 
road by the green light. Do not be tempted by the green baize 
M the billiard table or by the glass of cider a*id cigar ; let your 
comrades sneer if they will. You switch off whenever you see 
this signal, for it surely leads to danger, which is, as] on [the rail- 
road, a red light. Here it is. You will see this at nearly every 
street corner. Pass not under it. Stop ! Whistle " down brakes." 
But you say thousands have passed this light into the saloon, 
and many are still sober men. So might the train run by the red 

signal and come to no 

harm ; but would you like 

to be on such a train? 

Your chance would be ten 

to one a wreck. So it is 

with the saloon ; some 

may escape, but how many 

glorious souls have been 

wrecked ! Then we have 

another light : it is blue. 

It says Hope ; it shines 
from the light-house Temperance. This light-house has many 
life-boats, and these boats go out after those who have been led 
astray by the green' and red lights, and they bring thousands back 
to safety every year. E. Carswell. 





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Not Fit for a Beverage. 

Beer is the milk on which the babes of moderation are fed 
until they are developed into drunkards. It is used as a bever- 
age, not because of the nutriment it contains, but because there is 



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alcohol in it. The argument of facts and statistics which can 
be well authenticated shows that the use of beer and ale and 
porter leads directly to the most loathsome intemperance. When 
the tea is weak, housewives say that the cook has drowned the 
miller. The alcohol in beer is not drowned — not modified even ; 
it is the same devil under a soft name ; but the consumer has to 
drink a good deal of slops in order to catch him and feel his in- 
fluence. There is more nutriment in a pound of bread than there 
is in a puncheon of beer. Let the chemist analyze the pot of beer 
before the drinker tastes it, and take the spirit from it. The 
drinker would then turn up his flexible nose at the insipid stuff 
which he calls liquid nourishment. Beer-drinking is dangerous 
because it opens the way to shameless drunkenness. It is a thief 
which steals a man's brains with the false pretence that it will 
impart physical strength ; that it is food ; that it repairs the dam- 
age done to the body by hard work, fatigue, and exposure. 

He Followed His Nose, 

He followed his nose 

Wherever it led ; 
Like a torch it glows 

In flashes of red. 
Thus led by his nose, 

He went to the bar, 
Where an odor arose, 

Which he smelt afar. 

An igneous light, 

And fatuous, too, 
Like a lamp at night 

Was his nose aglow. 
It led him astray, 

As we plainly see ; 
For he wandered away 

Where no man is free. 



Don't follow your nose 

Whenever it glows ; 

For nobody knows 

Where the victim goes. — G. W, Bungay. 



So 



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LICENSED TO SELL WINES AND r*=^"V^ 
^— SPIRITOUS LIOUORS^^-^^iilV, ^^ Kw 




In nearly every State in America the Government has licensed 
the sale of intoxicating drinks, under the sanction of the license 
system, for which the people who elect these rulers are directly 
responsible. The dram-shop has always thrived vigorously, and 
crime, taxation, pauperism, and murder increased in rapid pro- 
portion. When the women plead with the rumseller to stop his 
murderous traffic, he points to his license which the Government 
has given, and bids her go to those who have legalized his busi- 
ness. We denounce the entire license system as wrong in morals 
and ruinous to Government and people. Always and everywhere 
it has been a curse to the community and a shield to vice. 



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If it is right to sell, then no license should be required ; if 
wrong, then no license should be granted. A license fee paid 
cannot shield the rum- 
seller from the full re- 
sponsibility of his work. 
A man will die just as 
soon from drinking rum 
in a licensed shop as from 
an unlicensed one. The 
rumseller will find his li- 
cense of no avail at the 
bar of God. He cannot 
take it with him. If he 
could, it would not be 
recognized by the Judge 
upon the throne. " De- 
part from me, all ye work- 
ers of iniquity, for the 
Lord hath heard the voice 
of my weeping " (Ps. vi. 8). The blood of 60,000 yearly victims 
cries from the ground to the throne of God. The wails of count- 
less worse than or- 
phan children ascend ^A ^V) 
to heaven for protec- 
tion. The prayers 01 
hundreds of thou- 
sands of heart-broken 
wives and earnest wo- 
men have gone up to 
the God who hateth ^^ 
all iniquity and abom- 
ination ; and in his 
own good time, the 
last enemy shall be 
subdued, and the le- 
galized traffic in in- 
toxicating liquor ev- ^ s 
erywhere and for 
ever be destroyed. Let every one help bring about the happy day 




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The Verdict, 

MRS. JULIA P. BALLARD. 

Thirsty, I walked beside a brook 
That had been pearly clear, 

When, lo ! a yellow floating scum — 
The brook was running beer ! 

I hasted to a crystal spring, 
And held its chain-bound tin 

To catch my wonted cooling draught — 
The cup was filled with gin ! 

The spring is crazed, the brook is mad 

But here's a river handy ; 
The river, in its rocky bed, 

Swept on bankful of brandy ! 

Ah ! but I know a living well ; 

Quickly to that I'll come. 
I came, and let the bucket down. 

And drew it full of rum ! 

The pitcher-plants, that held their cups 
For birds and flies and bees, 

Were full of wine, and dizzy birds 
Were dropping from the trees ! 

The cows grew dizzy by the brook, 
And tumbled in the stream ; 

The floating fishes on its top 
Shone with a sickening gleam ! 

A gathering rain upon my face 
Swept down in sudden dashes ; 

How strange it looked ! I held my hand- 
'Twas wet with whiskey splashes ! 

I threw me down upon the bank, 

Wild with a new despair ; 
Death, death was written on the stream, 

And death in all the air. 
O God ! I cried, why shouldst thou blast 

What erst has been so fair ? 



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83 



Look thou to man, and charge not God, 
Who sent each rippling brook 

Clear as a diamond from his hand, 
Till man his gift forsook — 

Man who has tried at each pure stream 

To put the poison in ; 
Now let him have it his own way — 

^//brandy, whiskey, gin ! 

I shuddered, shrieked with mortal fear, 
That woke me from my dream, 

Then cooled my thirst with water clear 
From out the old bright stream, 

And looked to man, and charged not God- 
Man throws the poison round ! 

And in the end, for each one dead, 
Man shall be "guilty" found 




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The Insulted Goose— A Puzzle Picture. 

-Jones had been drinking — as usual. His good wife wanted him 
to sign the pledge and go to bed - t but he talked about liberty, 
moderation. He wasn't drunk — sober as a judge ; would go to 
bed, but would not sign the pledge. Never — no, never ! Well, 
he went to bed with his hat on, after carefully putting his boots in 
the wash-basin. But he had hardly fallen asleep when he was 
frightened nearly out of his wits by an awful dream. He thought 
he had gone to the corner grocery for a bottle of whiskey, and was 
trying to get home, but had to sit down by a stump. Then he saw 
his wife, who had suddenly become old and ugly, rushing towards 
him with a club in her hand, and screaming, " I'll give it to you, 
you drunken old goose." Then he thought a big gander flew out 
of the lake, and ran toward Mrs. Jones, screaming that he 
would not allow such an insult to be offered to his beautiful lady- 
geese. Then Jones sprang out of bed in a fright, and astonished 
his good wife (who was still sewing in the kitchen) by rushing 
into her presence with a pillow in one hand and the bootjack in 
the other. He had grabbed the pillow in his sleep, thinking it 
was the gander, and the bootjack his bottle. It was now Mrs, 
Jones's turn to be frightened, but the sight was so very comical thai 
it overcame her fear. Just think of Mr. Jones in his night-dress 
with his best black hat jammed down over his eyes, and a large 
pillow in one hand and a bootjack in the other. Mrs. Jones had 
to laugh then. Mr. Jones saw that it was only a dream, and looked 
rather sheepish, and tried to make Mrs. Jones believe that he was 
only exercising with dumb-bells. But he said there was a string 
tied around his head — would Mrs. Jones please untie it ? But 
when he found that it was only the rim of his best Sunday hat, he 
had to own up that he must have been drunk, and thought he'd 
sign the pledge. Now, if you look at the picture carefully, you 
will see just what Jones saw in his dream. Of course it is not 
very plain, because, you know, it was only a dream. 

Edward Carswell. 

An Irish post-boy having driven a gentleman a long stage dur- 
ing torrents of rain, the gentleman civilly said to him : " Paddy, 
are you not very wet ? " " Arrah, I don't care about bein' very 
wet, but, plaze yer honor, I'm very dry." 



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per. of Biglow & Maia. 

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And the ju - bi - lee of freedom To the slaves of sin pro-claim. 
Till the forts have all surrendered, And the vie- to- ry is Avon. 




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87 




The Banner and the Stars. 



Wake the welkin with hurrahs 
For the banner filled with stars 

And stripes of red, 
A.nd stainless white and blue — 
Hie flag of freemen true, 

Where martyrs bled. 



These are centennial days. 
Let every hilltop blaze 

With beacon fires. 
And clang with ecstasy 
The bells of liberty 

In all our spires. 



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Let all the wide, round world 
Behold our flag unfurled, 

For here "the cause" 
Of Temperance had birth. 
O favored spot of earth ! 

Let nations pause 

And ponder at our gates : 
In these United States 

The thought first came 
From man's inventive brain 
The strict pledge to abstain 

From liquid flame. 



Temperance must ever be 
The aid of liberty — 

Handmaid divine : 
Without her help, alas ! 
Freedom becomes a farce, 
Men turn to swine. 

May these centennial years, 
Unstained with bitter tears, 

Extend our fame ; 
And may our banner be 
The true flag of the free, 

Undimmed with shame. 
George W. Bungay. 



The Moderate Drinker, 

A so-called moderate drinker was once very angry with a 
friend who claimed that safety is alone in totally abstaining from 
the use of ardent spirits, and who allowed his fanatical notions 
to insinuate that the moderate drinker himself might then be 
beyond self-control. " To make plain the question who is 
wrong," said the temperance man, " will you just quit one month, 
not touching a drop during the time?" Said the other: "To 
satisfy your mind, sir, I will, with pleasure, though I know my- 
self; I will do as you ask to cure overwrought ideas." He kept 
the promise, but at the end of the month he came to his friend 
with tears in his e}^es and thanked him for saving him from a 
drunkard's grave. Said he : "I never knew before that I was in 
any sense a slave to drink, but the last month has been the 
fiercest battle of my life. I see now I was almost beyond hope, 
and, had the test come many months later, it would have been 
too late for me. But I have kept the pledge, and by God's help 
I will keep it for life." Moderate drinker, just try it for one 
year, and see how near you are to the rapids, beyond which there 

is no returning. 

►♦-< 

A three-year-old youngster saw a drunken fellow " tacking" 
through the street. " Mother," said he, " did God make that 
man?" She replied in the affirmative. The little fellow re- 
flected for a moment, and then exclaimed : " I wouldn't have 
done it ! " 



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Centennial Puzzle Picture. 




The Shade of Washington Viewing His Tomb. 

Behold the shade of Washington ! 

The honored shadow no one fears, 
As he stands mutely gazing on 

The relic of a hundred years. 



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The Buried Flask, 

BY KRUNA. 

In a bank of earth by the river's side 
I was digging away, when lo ! I spied 
Something glisten and sparkle below, 
As it clinked at the touch of my busy hoe. 

' Ha! ha!" cried a voice, "have you freed me at last? 
I'm glad if my dungeon life is past : 
To be ' corked up for ever ' against one's will 
Would be cruel enough, but harder still 
To be buried alive for a year and a day, 
The butt of a joke for boys at play. 

" And yet I must laugh, as I often have, 
From the very depths of my sandy grave, 
When I think of the ploughman, who came to find 
The friend he had hidden yon rock behind. 

I was calmly waiting the old man's will 
As he worked away at the top of the hill, 
When some boys, who had watched the old man's way, 
And had seen him stagger from day to-day 
because I had stolen his wits away, 
Came up and seized me with ruthless hand 
\nd buried me deep in the yellow sand ; 
i heard them laugh from a tree in the lane 
When the old man came and groped in vain 
Under the bushes behind the rock, 
Where I had been left with his old blue frock. 
Ha, ha ! how he looked, as he peered about, 
And turned each pocket inside out, 
Then said, in a dazed and wondering way, 
' On earth, who dared to take it away ? ' 

' A laugh from the lane met the old man's ear, 

And an echo came from the hillside here, 

And I heard him say, as he walked away, 
'The spirits, I'm certain, have robbed me to-day.' 

' Then a voice in reply the old man heard, 

But he never knew who spoke the word, 
1 They've robbed you to-day, and they've robbed you before, 

We pray they may never rob you more.' " 



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9 1 




Wrecks. 

Some persons say they do not believe in retribution in this life. 
Certainly many things which occur within our own knowledge 
look very much like it. We need not keep our eyes open in 
order to spring in judgment upon others in time of some trouble 
or misfortune, but it is wise to watch the ways of Providence in 
his dealings with men, and learn what lessons we may for our 
own good and that of those about us. 

You may all have heard the true story of the pirates of Inch- 
cape Rock. This was a dangerous rock in the ocean, where for 



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the safety of vessels a large bell had been hung, which in times of 
darkness and storm was rung to warn them of the danger. Some 
pirates, who hoped to gain plunder from wrecked vessels, came 
one night and sunk this bell in the sea. Now, thought they, we 
will watch for the next ship that strikes Inchcape Rock. But 
the next vessel that strucK was their own ! Out in a dark night 
they found the need of a warning-bell, and, because they had 
silenced its friendly notes, they had no warning of their danger 
until they were shivered and sinking in the furious sea. 

To us the idea of a wreck is so fearful that it is difficult to 
imagine any one so utterly hardened as to rejoice in the sight of 
a vessel in distress, much more to believe they would fail to lend 
a helping hand, or try to destroy lives already in mortal peril. 
But if we read some of the old English laws, we find certain 
punishments there laid down for " persons guilty of plundering 
or destroying ships in distress " ; and at one time these laws were 
declared to be " not severe enough to repress these barbarous 
practices," and more strict laws were made for the protection of 
ships in distress. That may have been long ago, but to-day may 
we not see something very much like it? 

A block or two away, or a dozen houses from me, to-day, a 
man lies dead. A neighbor said, " Did you know Mr. ?" 

" No." 

" Well, he died this morning." 

"What was the matter?" 

" Oh ! he had been drinking, as he often does, and now it was 
delirium tremens. He sold liquor, too, but on the sly." 

" Had he sold it long ? " 

" Yes, more or less ever since he opened his store ; and 
then he began to drink a little himself, and the more he sold 
the more he drank, and this is the end of it. He had a 
good-hearted wife. She often said, ' I wish lie would not sell.' 
And now she and a large flock of little ones are left with very 
little, if anything, when his debts are paid." 

He took the warning-bell from others, and struck upon the 
fatal rock himself, I thought. How many go down in such wrecks, 
who can tell till that time when not only the sea shall give up its 
dead, but men shall be brought to an account for their share in 
shipwrecks worse than a raging ocean has ever witnessed ? 



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Flowers for a Grave. 



BY MRS. J. P. BALLARD. 

Jessie was very happy with the little basket of wild blue-bells 
and white yarrow. Bell and Frances tried to look so ; but they 
were older than the sweet, baby-hearted Jessie, and knew better 
where the flowers were going than she did, and what an aching, 
desolate heart it was that was going to carry them to a new-made 
grave. 

The children had been to gather flowers for the mother to take 
to the grave-yard, where their father only lately had been carried. 
It was a dark day to all but Jessie then. She had been away 
through the short but terrible sickness, and she did not know 
what bitter pangs of remorse had tortured the dying father as he 
looked upon his heart-broken wife and sweet-faced children for 
the last time, and exclaimed, "But for that one thing I would 



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have lived and been a father and a husband. I have thrown away 
my life for a moment's pleasure, mingled with hours of anguish ! " 
The flowers were scattered by the hand of love over the drunk- 
ard's grave at twilight, and the lonely wife came back to take up 
life's burdens with a heavy pain at her heart. May she find com- 
fort in the loving prattle of the innocent Jessie and the ever 
ready helping hands of her sisters, who know better than she 
what comfort their mother needs ! 



To the Hescue. 

Up for the conflict ! let your battle-peal 
Ring in the air, as rings the clash of steei 
When, rank to rank, contending armies meet, 
Trampling the dead beneath their bloody feet. 
Up ! you are bidden to a nobler strife — 
Not to destroy, but rescue human life ; 
No added drop in misery's cup to press, 
But minister relief to wretchedness ; 
To give the long-lost father to his boy ; 
To cause the widow's heart to sing for joy ; 
Bid plenty laugh where hungry famine scowls, 
And pour the sunlight o'er the tempest's howls 
Bring to the soul that to despair is given 
A new-found joy, a holy hope of heaven !" 



The Effects of Drunkenness. 

Drunkenness expels reason, drowns the memory, distempers 
the body, defaces beauty, diminishes strength, inflames the 
blood, causes internal, external, and incurable wounds, is a 
witch to the senses, a devil to the soul, a thief to the purse, the 
beggar's companion, the wife's woe, and the children's sorrow. 
It makes a s'rong man weak, and a wise man a fool. He is 
worse than a beast, and is a self-murderer, who drinks to others' 
good health and robs himself of his own. He is worse than a 
beast, for no animal will designedly intoxicate itself. By the 
effects of liquor his evil passions and tempers are freed from re- 
straint ; and, while in a state of intoxication, he commits actions 
which when sober he would have shuddered only to have thought 
of. All the crimes on the earth do not destroy so many of the 
human race, nor alienate so much property, as drunkenness. 



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IAttle by Little. 

When the new years come and the old years go, 

How, little by little, all things grow ; 

All things grow — and all decay — 

Little by little passing away. 

Little by little, on fertile plain, 

Ripen the harvests of golden grain. 



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Little by little they ripen so, 

As the new years ccme and the old }-ears go. 

Low on the ground an acorn lies ; 

Little by little it mounts to the skies ; 

Shadow and shelter for wandering herds, 

Home for a hundred singing-birds. 

Little by little the great rocks grew, 

Long, long ago, when the world was new ; 

Slowly and silently, stately and free, 

Cities of coral under the sea 

Little by little are builded — while so 

The new years come and the old years go. 

Little by little all tasks are done ; 

So are the crowns of the faithful won : 

So is heaven in our hearts begun. 

With work and with weeping, with laughter and play. 

Little by little, the longest day 

And the longest life are passing away ; 

Passing without return — while so 

The new years come and the old years go. 



May God speed the time when our workers 

Their mission shall truly fulfil, 
When they dare while cutting the branches 

To dig at the root with a will. 

And all, on the ' True Temperance Platform, 
United, with hearts firm and brave, 

Shall march to the music of Progress, 
To conquer, to bless, and to save." 



Acrostic. 

ALCOHOL. 

A king, I rule with iron reign, 

Lay many a foe among the slain, 

C ontrol my vassals as I please 

O n solid land or rolling seas ; 

H old all their gains at my command 

Of mind or body, house or land ; 

L et all my subjects understand. 



Kruna. 



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JA 




Drinking and Gambling. 

The unhappy victim of intemperance, who stands at the bar 
pressing his hand to his fevered head, was a moderate drinker 
half a dozen years ago. He was " proud to say that he could 
drink and that he could let it alone." He did drink, but he did 
not let it alone. His habit bred an appetite, his appetite became a 
passion, and the tyrant passion made him a degraded slave. He 
sacrificed his good name — he lost caste in society — he squandered 



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his means — and he did not scruple to appropriate to his own use 
the property of others, to obtain the money he needed to pay for 
the poison he bought at the bar. During a discussion with a chum 
of the same cloth, their angry argument, inspired by the cil spirit 
of rum, led to a free fight. They had been playing cards, and 
each accused the other of cheating. In the melee tables were up- 
turned, chairs broken, and the cards were scattered upon the floor. 
An unlucky blow from a chair struck the prostrate man on the 
temple and killed him — adding to the crime of intemperance the 
sin of murder. The drunken gambler stakes his soul, and Satan 
is the winner. 



S the " drinking of a health " 
Such a very dangerous 
thing ? 
Ah ! beneath the tempting 
wine 
Hides a serpent coiled 
to spring ! 

In a simple, social glass 
Tell me where the harm 
can be ? 

Still the viper lurks within, 
There his deadly fancrs I 



In the pure and crystal 
stream 
Whose bright waters 
never fail, 
I shall find the safest drink — 
There s no stine in " Adam's ale " ! 




Kruna. 



Intoxicating liquors as a beverage are not only needless, but 
injurious to body and soul. They impair the health, they foster 
dangerous habits, they kindle vitiated appetites, they blast human 
happiness, they blacken the calendar of vice and crime, they shorten 
life, and they blot out the hope of heaven. 



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The Best Crutch. 
Bill Bannester was addicted to drinking, and was thrown 
upon a sick-bed by his continued violations of the laws of health. 
He promised over and over again that he would reform and turn 
over a new leaf. Notwithstanding all his twinges of conscience, 
his hopes and promises, soon as he was able to hobble off on his 
crutches he started for his old haunt, the bar-room, and called for 
his favorite drink. Being sick, and weak, and lame, he fell, in- 



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juring his head and spine, and making himself a cripple /or life. 
He afterwards signed the pledge, and it proved a stronger crutch 
than the one he broke when he fell. He stood up straight under 
it — and long as he lived he kept the pledge inviolate. How severe 
is the punishment which some bring upon themselves, simply be- 
cause they will not be directed by common sense and conscience. 
Rum cripples its votaries and deprives them not only of their un- 
derstanding, but of their power to stand also. The clatter of this 
poor man's crutches rebuked drunkenness and pleaded for absti- 
nence. 

Moderate Drinker to old Toper. Tom, why is your nose like 
the word cider spelt backwards? 

Toper. Dunno ! Why? 

Moderate D. Because it's red-i-c (red I see). 

Toper. Yes, I see. And, pray, why is yours like the new Tem- 
perance Almanac ? 

Moderate D. Can't see any resemblance. 

Toper. Well, it's because it will be by-and-by. 

Moderate D. Will be what ? 

Toper. Red ! (read) all through, and a strong protest against the 
use of intoxicating drinks, and may be illustrated with cuts. 

Moderate D. Tom, let's quit ! 

Toper. Here is my hand. 



An Acrostic* 

DRINK IS THE 

Destroyer of the constitution. (Prov. xxiii. 29-32.) 

Robber of the pocket. (Prov. xxiii. 21.) 

Unerring pathway to a premature grave. (Nahum i. 10.) 

Never-failing producer of misery. (Isaiah xxiv. 7-12.) 

Kindler of strife. (James iv. 1.) 

Assassinator of the human race. (Prov. vii. 25-27.) 

Reproach of the character. (1 Cor. v. n.) 

Destroyer of the soul. (1 Cor. vi. 9, 10.) 

If nature had designed that man should be a consumer of intox-> 
icating drinks, would they not have been provided for him in the 
place of water? 



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Snoivhall. 

The only comfort Rose Stanley had (except, to be sure, a kind 
and patient mother) was Snowball, her dear white cat. She had 
had her ever since she was a tiny, mewing kitten, with her eyes 
shut ; and many a bit of blue ribbon she would have liked for her 
own brown braids she had tied from pure love around Snowball's 
neck. 

Once she had cut off two of the little bells from a pair of knit- 
ted worsted reins her Aunt Frances had given her, and sewed 



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them on Snowball's ribbon. It's most too sad to tell why she 
took them off again. Not because Snowball didn't like the music she 
made, tripping round after Rose, nor because it wasn't sweet to her 
own ear, for it was. But her drunken father " couldn't bear cats," 
and, above all, one so noisy as bells made Snowball. Once, in a 
passion, he came near killing her outright. Then Rose caught up 
Snowball, and ran off alone. She took off the bells and began to 
whisper in Snowball's ear. If Rose's father had heard what &he 
said to Snowball, I don't know what he would have thought. Per- 
haps he would have been very angry. Perhaps he might have 
wept. I'd just as lief tell him as not. She said : " Dear, darling 
Snowball, I'm so glad I've got you ! It's dreadful, Snowie, to 
have a father that scolds you and makes you cry. I wish every 
drop of brandy was in the ocean ! Then you might wear your 
bells, and all of us live in peace. But, ' it'll never !' as Tom says, 
I'm sure. The world \s full of barrels fill of whiskey, and gin, 
and rum, and everything! But I'm glad I've got you." And her 
tears fell on Snowball's blue ribbon, as she hid her face in pussy's 
soft fur, and cried. 

Poor Rose ! /'/// glad she has Snowball, too. 



A Fool's Excuse. 

He who drinks when he's hot 

To keep himself cool, 
Add'3 the vice of the sot 

To the deed of a fool ! 
He who drinks when he's cool 

To keep himself hot, 
Adds the deed of a fool 

To the vice of a sot. G. W. Bungay 



Drunkenness is a crime against man and a sin against God. 
He who dies a drunkard commits suicide deliberately, and violates 
the command, "Thou shalt not kill." There are no woes in the 
Bible more bitter than those which are pronounced against drunk- 
enness. It is a sin which leads its victim to the altar of blood, 
where he voluntarily surrenders his reason, his life, his hope, and 
his soul. 



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A New Currency, 

"Come, now, can't you give it to me for that? You've got a 
girl as will like it, as well as you like silver." 

The blood rushed to Mr. Graspall's cheek. He took the pret- 
tily-dressed doll, with its soft curly hair and big blue eyes, into 
his hand, and pretended to make fun of it — looking at it through 
a quizzing-glass, and then asking, with an attempt to be witty : 



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" How do you think a doll would look in my till ? Pretty 
change, indeed ! The doll currency is new to me." 

" For your little girl — for your girl — the one with the black eyes 
as I've seen come in for candy. The doll's new, and worth a 
dozen glasses. You may have it for one." 

"Have you a little girl you bought this for, Clarkson ?" asked 
the man who held the double office of pawnbroker and rumseller. 

" I've got a little girl about the size of your'n, but I didn't buy 
her the doll. It's one her aunt gave her Christmas, and her mo- 
ther dressed it o' nights for her. I s'pose there'll be a time when 
she misses it, but what business has beggars with dolls?" 

" I can't take it, Clarkson," said the man. His heart was 
touched in some tender spot, which the doll had suddenly re- 
vealed, lie thought of his own pleasant nursery, and the scores 
of toys his only child threw about heedlessly ; and a bare, dreary 
room, with a pinched and heart-hungry child in it, rose before him 
in contrast — her eyes swollen with weeping for the loss of her one 
great treasure — a new doll. No, he couldn't take it. And he 
couldn't give the glass of brandy without it. 

" Go home, Clarkson, and take your little girl's doll," he said :, 
" she'll miss it sadly." 

" Give me a glass, won't you?" pleaded the miserable man. 

"Take home the doll!" exclaimed the rumseller, angry with 
himself for his weakness; "and you'd be better off, a thousand 
times, John, if you'd never touch another drop of liquor as long 
as you live." 

" A pretty lesson from you !" thundered the angry man. " But, 
man, I'll take it !" And he reached for the doll, and walked has- 
tily from the store. 

Susy Clarkson never knew how near she came to losing her 
"dear, darling Flossy," nor why her father signed the temperance 
pledge, and made "a new home " for them all ; but Mr. Graspall 
knew, and declared that " a weak spot in his heart had cost him a 
thousand dollars !" 



Lager Beer — more significantly spelled bier — is composed of 
about ninety parts in a hundred of unfiltered and filthy water, six 
parts of poisonous alcohol, and four parts of the spoiled juice of 
hops and barley, a compound at which the swine would turn up 
their noses. 



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105 




Something for Everybody. 

" Father, what have you there so interesting ?" said Mrs. Mer- 
rill, coming up to where her husband, with Nellie, John, and 
Mary, were intently looking over something. 

" Only The Temperance Almanac for the coming year, dear. I 
got a couple on my way home, and it is the cheapest investment 
that I ever knew. Why, here are facts and figures enough to 



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startle a multitude, and ammunition sufficient to supply a lecturer 
for a whole year or more." 

" Yes, and there's something special for little girls like me, 
papa !" cried Nellie. " Look at this dear little girl with a white 
pussy in her arms. Oh ! ain't it cunning? and lots of other pic- 
tures, too." 

" Yes, I guess we will each find something. Here are jokes and 
conundrums for John and Mary, while mother will always find 
something to laugh over, as she picks it up each morning to see 
how the weather is to be, and what time the sun sets. It is a fam- 
ily almanac in every sense of the word, and as long as it is pub 
lished I mean to have a copy." 



Unjust Gain. 

Prov. xxviii. 8. 
" By unjust gain ! " — " By unjust gain ! " 
It was the rumseller's refrain 
When called to leave his vast domain — 

" By unjust gain ! " 

/felt no pity for the poor, 

I drove them harshly from my door 

While taking from their little store 

My " unjust gain." 

My goods an Unseen Hand will deal 
To him who for the weak can feel, 
Nor from his pittance meanly steal 

By " unjust gain !" 

Now, as I go to meet the fate 

Of those who hope to reach heaven's gate, 

I'm haunted by the words — ' Too late " 

And " Unjust gain /" 
Kruna. 



A toping bookseller presented a check at a banking-house in 
London, and when the cashier put the usual question, " How will 
you have it ?" replied : " Cold, without sugar." 

4 Porter always makes me fat,' said a tippler. " I have seen the 
time when it made you lean? said a wag. 



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107 




The Head of the Family. 

It was well for the homestead that Mrs. Thornwell was a woman 
of character. Everything about her establishment went on m 
order. Thrift and prosperity were seen in-doors and out, in spite 
of a drunken husband. Mr. Thornwell was a "gentleman," but 
none the better for that. He would have scorned the name of 
"drunkard," and caned any man who would have hinted such a 
thing. But he did not feel ashamed of being ill very often, two 01 
three days at a time ; lying on the lounge in his chamber, and 



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waited on by a silent woman ; caring not a rush how anything else 
went on, provided he had his sleep out, and plenty of good, strong 
coffee brought to him when he was ready to wake up, and put on 
a gentleman's hat and coat. 

Not long ago I heard a public speaker say " the man was the 
head of the house " — that it was even wrong to class his wife with 
him and say " the united head of the family " ! I could not help 
thinking of Mrs. Thornwell, sitting in her room, overlooking, with 
womanly dignity, servants in-doors and out, and waiting, without 
complaint, on the " sole head " of the family, stupid from brandy, 
and rousing to order coffee ! Mrs. Thornwell never aspired to be 
the "head of the family." She did not even think, much less talk, 
of woman's rights. She never dreamed of voting. She did as 
hundreds of women do to-day — took the place of the head ; 
thought, planned, executed for the family, and kept the credit of 
" headship " as far out of sight as her own grief. The pity is, in 
such a case, to see terms wasted. The question is, " How to save 
the head?" Kruna. 

An Old Rhyme. 

Ye men of sops and little drops, 

Ye moderation muddlers ; 
Ye are the seed that raise the breed 

Of regular drunken fuddlers. 

Ye all cry up a little sup, 

And think you're mighty sure all ; 

You prate away, but still I say, 
Abstain 's the only cure-all. 

Strike the Boot. 

A toper, wineful, sick, and sad, 

A sensible physician had, 

With whom he plead, " Do, Doctor, please, 

Just strike the root of my disease ! " 

" It is the only way, I know /" 
The Doctor said, and fetched a blow 
Shivering his bottles into bits, 
And waking up the toper's wits ! 

Kruna, 



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109 




This boy takes The Banner. 




What does this boy take ? 



There are two paths in 
life, in one or the other of 
which all the boys in the 
land are travelling: one 
leads to happiness, sobrie- 
ty, and joy for ever, and 
the other to wretchedness, 
misery, and woe. The boy 
who starts right, obeys his 
parents, heeds the instruc- 
tions of the Bible, trusts 
in God, and reads good 
books and papers, will 
be found in the right path ; 
while the other boy, who 
disobeys his parents, uses 
wine and tobacco, and some- 
thing stronger after awhile, 
is fast passing over the 
other and dangerous road. 

The boy who reads The 
Youth's Temperance Ban- 
ner, follows its advice, and 
never takes wine, gin, 
brandy, or anything that 
intoxicates, will never be 
found in the path of the 
drunkard. 

Which way are you going, my 
brother ? 
Which way ? Which way ? 
Are you treading life's path, or 
the other 
That leadeth astray ? 
There's a path that will lead you 
to fjlory 
Straightway, straightway. 
'Tis revealed in the Gospel's 
sweet story, 
Oh ! seek it to-day. 

" The path of the just is as 
the shining light, which 
shineth more and more unto 
the perfect day." 



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The Difference. 

The fruit of the vine was made by God, and it is always good ; 

The intoxicating wine is made by man, and it is bad. 

The fruit of the vine is perfect and nutritious ; 

The intoxicating wine is imperfect, and very innutritious. 

The fruit of the vine is the wine of God ; 

The intoxicating wine is the wine of man. 

The fruit of the vine has always been a blessing ; 

The intoxicating wine has been, is, and will be a fearful curse. 

The fruit of the vine is convertible into blood, flesh, and bones ; 

The intoxicating wine is convertible into neither. 

The fruit of the vine is cheap and safe ; 

The intoxicating wine is dear and dangerous. 

The fruit of the vine is the wine which wisdom has mingled ; 

The intoxicating wine is a man-made mixture. 

The fruit of the vine is proved by analysis to be good ; 

The intoxicating wine by the same means is proved to be not 
good. 

The fruit of the vine never kills ; 

The intoxicating wine does. 

The fruit of the vine never creates thirst ; 

The intoxicating wine does. 

The fruit of the vine contains not one drop of alcohol ; 

The intoxicating wine is very alcoholic. 

The fruit of the vine is a blessing ; 

The intoxicating wine is a mocker. 

The fruit of the vine has never injured any church ; 

The intoxicating wine has injured many. 

The fruit of the vine is the emblem of the Saviour's shed blood ; 

The intoxicating wine bites like a serpent, and stings like an 
adder. 

The fruit of the vine has a history of peace, and joy, and glad- 
ness ; 

The intoxicating wine has a history of woe, and death, and mad- 
ness. 



Rev. Albert Barnes, in his " Commentary," says : " The wine 
of Judea was the pure juice of the grape, without any mixture of 
alcohol, and commonly weak and harmless. It was the common 
drink of the people, and did not tend to produce intoxication." 



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Charley 9 s Trials. 

Poor Charlky had a hard time on shipboard. He wanted to 
do right and lead a Christian life, but everything seemed to be 

against him. 

If he took out Ins Bible, Dick was sure to espy it, and begin 



: 




some of his small persecutions— maybe it was only a handful of 
peas that came rattling down his back, inside the collar of his loose 
jacket. Perhaps a lump of " duff," the sailors' pudding, or a bit 



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of salt junk, hit him plump between the eyes. One night the 
sailors were determined he should drink and break his pledge. 

" Coane, take ) r our grog like a man, Charley, as you used to," 
said one. " It's going to be a wet night, and )'ou'll need it." 

" I find I am better without it, wet nights or dry." 

"Ho, ho, that's some of your land temperance notions. Needn't 
tell an old salt, that's followed the sea for thirty years, that his grog 
is no good to him." 

" He's getting rabid on temperance and Bible-reading," said 
Dick. " It's quite upset his head. I move we cool him off." And 
in a twinkling, a cold, wet towel was wrapped roughly about his 
head. 

" Now, don't flare up, Charley," exhorted another ; " you know it 
is your duty to take it meekly. Ma} r be it will help you some to 
fancy you are a martyr among a company of inquisitors." 



There is not a drop of alcohol in any peifectly healthy human 
body — not a vein, artery, gland, or tissue that needs it— the whole 
system revolts at its touch. Alcohol is the product of fermenta- 
tion, and fermentation is the putrefaction which follows deaih. 

There is no substance in alcohol which can repair the damage 
done to the body. It cannot supply the waste of blood, or bone, 
or nerve, or muscle ; hence it is preposterous to call it food. On 
the other hand, it kindles inflammati >n, weakens vital action, 
hinders digestion, and exhausts the forces of life. 



Grief banished by wine will come again, 

And come with a deeper shade, 
Leaving, perchance, on the soul a stain, 

Which sorrow hath never made. 
Then fill nut the tempting glass for me — 

If mournful, I will not be mad ; 
Better sad, because we are sinful, be, 

Than sinful because we are sad. 



Fritz Small, who drinks with knights and lords 

To steal a share of notoriety, 
Will tell you in important words 

He mixes in the best society. 



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The Sober Test. 

HEN is a man drunk? 
Doctors disagree. Some say 
that a man may be called 
drunk when he is sprawling 
in the gutter, others when he 
has more than he can carry, 
others when he can't go 
straight or talk plain, while 
others say that one glass 
makes him part drunk and 
the remainder finishes him. 
Without attempting to solve 
the difficulty, we commend 
the following " Sober Test " 
to all our readers. Read 
three times quickly without 
stammering, pronouncing 
every syllable plainly and 
distinctly; and when this is accomplished you may be pronounced 
decidedly " sober" : 

" Peter Prickle Prandle picked three pecks of prickly pears, from 
three prickly prangly pear-trees : if, then, Peter Prickle Prandle 
picked three pecks of prickly pears from three prickly prangly 
pear-trees, where are the three pecks of prickly pears that Peter 
Prickle Prandle picked from the three prickly prangly pear-trees ? 
Success to the successful prickly prangly pear-picker." 




In the State of Maine there are only two breweries and one dis- 
tillery. Before the temperance law reform there were seven distil- 
leries in Portland. There are hundreds of towns in which there 
are no dramshops. Those who sell rum do it on the sly, and at 
the risk of fines and imprisonment. 



In Noble County, Ohio, the friends of temperance have sealed up 
the dramshops and swept awa) r the rum traffic. The county has a 
population of 20,000, yet not a single felony has been committed 
there for more than a year. " To let" might be written upon their 
court-house. 



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A Parable, 

A certain man going 
up from youth to man- 
hood fell among grog- 
shops, where he was 
stripped of his money, 
his character, and his 
friends, and left poor and 
half dead with disease. 

And by chance there 
came down a moderate 
drinker that way, and 
when he saw him he 
passed by on the other 
side. And likewise a 
friend of temperance 
came where he was, and 
when he saw him, he 
passed by on the other 
side. 

But a Temperance 
man as he journeyed 
came to where he was, 
and when he saw him he 
had compassion on him, 
and went to him, ani 
wept over him, and b(. 
sought him with tears to 
repent and reform. And 
he persuaded him to sit upon his own beast, Total Abstinence, 
and brought him to his family, and they took care of him. And in 
the morning he spoke kindly to him, and offered up prayers for 
him, and departed. 

Which of these was neighbor to him that fell among the grog- 
shops ? . ►♦-« 

A Traveller's Testimony. 
I have acted on the principle of total abstinence from all alco- 
holic liquors during more than twenty years. My opinion is that the 
most severe labors or privations may be undergone without alco- 
holic stimulants. — Dr. Livingstone. 




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115 




Why shiver and shake by the fire ? 

Or why be afraid of the cold ? 
Come out and get warm on the ice ! 

Unless you're too 3-oung or too old. 



Do not let the anthracite tempt. 

And don't let the bottle entice ; 
But if you'd be healthy and warm, 
Come out and get both on the ice ! 

Edward Carswell, 



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Justice vs. Law. 

We take the following extract from an old poem by Wm. II. 
Burleigh, Esq., giving an account of a visit of " His Satanic Ma- 
jesty " to Boston : 

He went till he came to and made a call 

At a drunkery near by Quincy Hall. 

Smith, having no aqua fortis handy, 

Poured h'm out something as killing — his brandy — 

Which Hornie tossed off, with a gratified grin 

At the crowd passing out and the crowd passing in ; 

And bethought, as Smith managed his business so well, 

He'd return to his own more respectable hell. 

I offered once, said the father of sin, 

The round, world and the kingdoms therein 

For one single Soul ; but soils have come 

Down to the price of a pint of rum. 

Men are eager to sell, and my trusty cousin 

Buys up for me at a gallon a dozen. 

No trust, no discount, he deals on the nail, 

And throws in his own to make up the tale. 

Nick only tarried for Smith's report, 

Then took his way to the police court : 

Two subjects he saw for the workhouse and jailer, 

This culprit a drunkard, and that a retailer. 

Astonished was Satan at what he saw ; 

Sharp was his honor — precise the law : 

Twenty dollars and costs, the rich prisoner got, 

Six months at hard labor, his victim the sot. 

Said Satan, the hair bristling under his hat, 

There's nothing in hell so unrighteous as that: 

The makers of laws like these, I declare, 

Shall find there's no partiality there. 

And if this be the justice of earth, 'tis clear 

A decent devil should blush to be here. 

So he turned on his heel, and his cudgel he broke 

O'er the rails of the court-bar, and vanished in smoke. 



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117 




The Saloon. 

What place does Satan like the best ? 
Where does he sit, and smile, and rest, 
And plant the greatest social pest ? 
At the saloon. 

Where does "Old Nick" erect his throne 
Of kegs and bottles, blood and bone, 
And rule in power all his own ? 
At the saloon. 

What makes the drunk? rds howl and hoot, 
And curse and swear, and fight and shoot. 
And play the demon and the brute ? 
The saloon. 

Where do we find the meanest hole, 
Where men in foul pollution roll, 
And kill the body and the soul ? 
At the saloon. 

Where do we find the liquid fire, 
Where hope and joy and life expire, 
.Vhere bloody, hellish deeds transpire? 
At the saloon. 



Stand firm, ye friends of truth and right ; 
Take God's armor, march and fight ; 
The victory gain, through moral might, 
O'er the saloon. 



S, Sutton. 




A True Friend. 

When Norman Brill made a promise, he was sure to fulfil it at 
any cost, and this his friend John Pugh fully understood when 
Norman promised to stand by him, and, as far as possible, stand 
between him and temptation ; for this same John was battling 
with a tremendous foe — a fierce appetite for strong drink, He 
thought he could not overcome it, but was induced by Norman's 
prayers and appeals, as well as promises of help, to make the 
effort. 



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The following incident will show how nobly Norman kept his 
promise : One day John was sorely tempted by his employer to 
take a social glass of wine with him and a friend, which he at 
first declined to do ; but the fumes of the wine overcame his reso- 
lution, and he would have drained the glass had not Norman 
suddenly entered the room, and, seeing his friend's peril, dashed 
the glass and its contents to the floor, at the same time exclaim- 
ing: "Thank God I came in just now! Oh! how could you, 
John? I have heard such good reports of you." 

" And true ones, Norman." 

" Yet you drink this ? " 

" You came in time to keep me from it." And the dejected man 
walked from the room, and Norman soon followed him, after ex- 
plaining to the astonished friends the cause of his hasty act. 

Many there are now in John's condition, at times hoping against 
hope, and struggling for the mastery. To these there is a mighty 
help promised and strength given to resist temptation. Entire 
abstinence is necessary. The grace of God — who can estimate 
its power ? 



Address to a Jug of Ruth. 



Here, only by a cork controlled 
And slender walls of earthen mould, 
In all the pomp of death, repose 
The seeds of many a bloody nose ; 
The chattering tongue, the horrid 

oath, 
The first for fighting nothing loth ; 
The passion which no words can 

tame, 
That bursts like sulphur into flame ; 



The nose carbuncled, growing red ; 
The bloated eye, the broken head ; 
The tree that bears a deadly fruit 
Of murder, maiming, and dispute ; 
Assault that innocence assails ; 
The images of gloomy jails ; 
The giddy thought on mischief bent 
The midnight hour in riot spent- 
All these within the jug appear, 
And Jack the hangman in the rear. 



What river should a tippler shun ? Ans. Brandywine. 

Behead a vegetable, and leave a liquor. Ai:s. Kale — Ale. 

Behead an animal, and leave a drink which makes man re- 
semble it. Ans. Swine — Wine. 

Curtail a liquor, and leave something often put upon it. Ans. 
Brandy — Brand, 



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The Bondage of Drink. 

You think I love it ? If this nerveless hand 
Could gain immortal strength, this very hour 

I'd sweep the hellish traffic from the land, 
And crush its blighting, maddening, nightmare power. 

Yea, now, with all my latest, dying breath, 

I'll curse the thing that drags me down to death 

Love it ? I loath it ! Yet I drink and drink, 
And hate my bondage with a loathy hate, 

And hate myself as through the town I slink. 
The pledge ? No, no ! Too late — too late ! 

No pledge ! I've tried it twice — a waste of breath ! 

Too late ! There's no release for me but death 

It's bad enough to drink ; but not to drink 
Doth such a train of ghastly horrors wake 

As in one hour would leave me dead, I think. 
Ah ! keep away, ye fiends, for pity's sake ! 

The very thought of them affects my brain ; 

My end will be when they shall come again. 

Love rum ? I'd love to hold my head up high, 
And breathe God's air a free and fearless man, 

And look with undimmed eyes on earth and sky, 
With steady nerve to do and head to plan. 

I'd love to grapple trials as they come 

In manly fashion, brave and strong. Love rum ? 

If only I could come into some land 
Where no drink is, God knows how willingly 

I'd fight those dreadful torments of the damned 
That dutch the soul of him who would be free. 

But marshal up those grizzly shapes of woe 

To fall again as twice before ? No, no ! 

Ah ! if I might have known how it would be, 
In those old college days, so wild and gay, 

When first I drank in youthful revelry ! 
How easy then to put the cup away ! 

A mother's hope and joy I was till then ; 

Now see me trembling — ha ! those eyes again ! 

Back, fiery eyes, to hell, where ye belong ! 

I'll drink ye down. What, blood ? Drink blood ? 
Help ! help ! They come, a hideous, devilish throng 

Back ! get ye back ! They'll toss me in the flood ! 
Long, crooked hands are crawling in my hair ! 
Is this the end ? Ha, ha ! too late for prayer 1 



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The Birds 9 Christmas Tree. 

In Norway and Sweden, the last sheaf from the harvest is never 
threshed, but is carefully reserved till Christmas Eve, when it is 
brought out and fastened to a pole, and then set up in front of 



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the dwelling or on top of the roof, as a feast for the hungry little 
birds. 

A little friend of ours, on hearing of this custom, induced her 
mother to imitate it by placing a small Christmas tree in the yard, 
on which she hung some bright berries and a few apples, and 
also little cups filled with water and seed. To her delight, the 
birds soon came flocking towards it, and, alighting upon its 
branches, seemed to enjoy the feast greatly. These little feathered 
creatures are model examples to us, for they are very temperate 
in their habits, retiring to rest early in the evening and flying 
from their nests or off their perches early in the morning, and are 
always cheerful and happy. 

" And oh ! the birds who fill the air 
With happy songs and plumage fair, 
Hark to their matchless melody ! 
The birds pure water drinkers be. 

" When God such boundless bounty showers 
On clouds and hills, and woods and flowers, 
And little birds — why should not we, 
His children, water drinkers be ?" 



Madeline's Choice. 



Madeline is all alone, 
And her cheek has rosier grown, 
Like a fair bud blossoming, 
Since she heard a well-known ring. 
Busy Cupid, ever near, 
Telegraphs to her quick ear 
That a dear one waits below, 
And the heart proclaims it so. 

Hark ! another hasty ring ; 
Cupid, ever on the wing, 
Doubtful lets the message go ; 
Two young suitors wait below. 
One is dark, and one is fair ; 
One has light, one ebon hair. 
What for this cares Madeline, 
Who but sees the soul within ? 



A. KIDDER. 

One is modest, one is bold ; 
One is poor, and one has gold ; 
One holds reputation dear, 
One has led a wild career — 
On his young and comely face 
Dissipation you may trace ; 
Victim of a lavish purse, 
Gold to him has been a curse. 

Madeline, with instinct true, 
Chooses well between the two— 
Giving up the prospect there 
Of a mansion, grand and fair, 
With a drunkard as her mate, 
For a happier, humbler fate. 
Be your pathway ever green, 
Gentle, thoughtful Madeline ! 



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'LEDGE THE 



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ILDREN, 



Ifyoa would save the next generatiott for 
God — Pledge the Children. 

If yon would have l ' a generation that will 
not tolerate the dram-shop and its kindred 
vices" — Pledge the Children. 

If you would save one billion and a half 
to the nation annually — Pledge the Chil- 
dren. 

If you ivould conquer the greatest foe to 
human happiness — Pledge the Children. 

If you would destroy the greatest barrier 
to the progress of the Gospel — Pledge the 
Children. 

If you would rob the gallows, the grave, 
and perdition of their victims — Pledge 
the Children. 

If you would empty the asylums, alms- 
houses, and prisons — PLEDGE THE CHIL- 
DREN. 

If you ivould halt for ever the fearful pro- 
cession of sixty thousand men that march 
annually to hell — Pledge the Children. 

If you want to do a work that will tell 
in eternity — Pledge the Children. 



An old Scythian philosopher used to say that " the best method 
of teaching a youth sobriety is to set before his eyes a drunken 
man." Another of his remarks was : " The vine bears three sorts 
of fruit — the first, pleasure ; the second, intoxication ; the third, 
remorse." ?. 



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Dolly's Party. 

''Such a baby!" all said who saw little Dolly Dingle for the 
first time, and as for her father, he declared she was the " trim- 
mest-rigged little craft that ever set out on the voyage of life." 
But as this was his first baby, we will excuse his partiality. She 
had to be exhibited to every caller, and, asleep or awake, was 



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taken out of the cradle, and admired and petted to such an extent 
that an ordinary baby would have been quite spoiled. 

At a grand dinner-party given in her honor, when all the friends 
and neighbors were invited to share the " tidbits" and rare old 
wines provided for the occasion — for temperance was not thought 
of in those days — her father brought her out, and, holding her up to 
the view of all, declared they must drink her health, which they 
were very willing to do ; though, when a spoonful of the punch 
was given to Dolly, she sputtered vigorously, and blew it all on 
her father's beard. 

" The baby has the best of it," said an old lady present. " For 
my part, I don't see what one wants better than a good cup of tea. 
I don't think we like liquor naturally. We only learn by coaxing 
it down with all sorts of sweets and flavoring. Why not leave it 
alone in the first place, and then we'll never know the need of it ? " 

Others opposed such a view, while one asserted that liquor was 
" very necessary to keep out cold and drive off fever," that it was 
" very strengthening when one had hard work to do or felt un- 
happy." 

We see from this that the community were totally ignorant of 
temperance principles. Temperance books and papers, or lec- 
tures, had never been heard of. Whiskey was thought to be 
a promoter of wit, sociality, longevity, and happiness, and was a 
fundamental article in each man's creed, even in the face of such 
facts that its use had caused one man to fall from the mast-head and 
break his neck, and others to lose their wages — that drunkenness 
occasioned the loss of several vessels yearly, and brought poverty 
to a number of families in their midst. But then the wrong does 
not trouble itself to reason. It boldly asserts. However, as we 
said before, this was in times long gone by. To-day we know 
better, and advocate a better doctrine. If not, the books of the 
National Temperance Society will soon enlighten any one who 
will read — and may they have a wide circulation. Zillah. 



Smoking Agreeable. — While riding in a stage-coach from 
Kinderhook to Albany, New York, many years since, John Van 
Buren, who was smoking, asked a stranger in the stage if smok- 
ing was agreeable to him. The stranger answered : " Yes, it is 
agreeable. Smoke away. I have often thought if ever I was 
rich enough I would hire some loafer to smoke in my face." Mr. 
Van Buren threw his cigar out of the window. 



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Come, sons of Columbia, while proudly and high 

Every bosom with freedom and glory is swelling, 
While our flag floats proudly beneath the blue sky, 

And tyranny's death-song is heard in each dwelling ; 
Come, the bright chalice drain, and again and again 

Let our pledge and our toast, in a far-sounding strain,, 
Be water, pure water, bright, sparkling with glee, 

That flows, like our life's blood, unfettered and free. 



To arms ! to arms ! without delay, 

Unto the rescue haste ; 
On, brothers, whilst it's called to-day, 

Nor time nor talents waste. 



On to the fight, the glorious fight 
Against the poisonous drink ; 

On in the great Jehovah's might, 
Nor from the conflict shrink. 



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Second Declaration of Independence. 

When a long train of usurpations and abuses, pursuing invariably the 
same object, evinces a design to reduce mankind under an absolute des- 
potism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and 
to provide new guards for their future security. 

There is an enemy among us, fellow-citizens, the history of whose reign 
is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object 
the establishment of an absolute tyranny over mankind. To prove this, let 
facts be submitted to a candid world. 

He has refused to submit to laws the most wholesome and necessary for 
the public good. 

He has kept among us, in times of peace, staggering armies, with the 
consent of our Legislatures. 

He has subjected many of us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitu- 
tions, and unacknowledged by the law of nature or of God. 

He has deprived our citizens, in many cases, of trial by sober juries. 

He has transported many of our citizens beyond the bounds of reason 
into the seas of dissipation and ruin. 

He has imposed taxes on us for the support of pauperism and crimes of 
his own engendering. 

He has established and sustained depots for the manufacture and sale of 
the most destructive instruments, to complete the works of death, desola- 
tion, and perfidy unparalleled in the most barbarous ages, and utterly in- 
sufferable among a civilized people. 

He has, in some instances, stimulated our citizens to fight against their 
dearest friends and brethren, and become the executioners of their own 
wives and children. 

He has occasioned more than three-fourths of the pauperism, three- 
fourths of the crime, and more than one-half of the insanity in the com- 
munity, and thereby filled our prisons, our alms-houses and lunatic asy- 
lums, and erected the gibbet before our eyes. 

He has influenced our elections by bribery and corruption. 

He has destroyed the lives of tens of thousands of our citizens annually 
in the most merciless manner. 

He has turned aside hundreds of thousands more of our free and inde- 
pendent citizens to idleness and vice, infused into them the spirit of 
demons, and degraded them below the level of brutes. 

He has made thousands of widows and orphans, and destroyed the 
fondest hopes and blasted the brightest prospects. 



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He has introduced among us hereditary diseases, both physical and men. 
tal, thereby tending to deteriorate the human race. 

He has converted many of our public-houses, where quietness, neatness, 
and good order should be found, into the most boisterous and filthy dens 
of dissipation. 

He encourages men to spend their time and money at public-houses, 
while their families are starving at home. 

He converts annually many millions of bushels of grain, the staff of 
life, into mortal poison, while thousands of our citizens and their children 
are suffering for want of bread. 

He has entered our courts of justice and our legislative halls, and dis- 
turbed their councils, and even the sanctuaries of our religion and the 
ministers at the altar have not altogether escaped his prevailing and blight- 
ing influence. 

He has encouraged Sabbath-breaking, profanity, impurity, thieving, 
house-burning, robbery, gambling, slander, and fighting, and has ruined 
the morals of every community over which he has obtained an influence. 

He has brought all our free institutions, the perpetuity of our Govern- 
ment, and our civil and religious liberty itself, into imminent danger. 

He has dishonored God, in whose image and for whose glory man was 
created, by sinking his image beneath the level of the irrational brutes. 

He has arrayed himself against all patriotic, humane, and benevolent 
efforts. 

We will now call the world to witness if we have been wanting in 
attention and fo7*bearance to the traitor, while he has been extending his 
unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. 

Has not our Government afforded him the most liberal protection ? 

Has he not sailed tinder our flag on every ocean and in every sea ? 

And we now declare it as our belief that the history of the human race 
affords no parallel example of slavery and degradation inflicted on a will- 
ing and unsuspecting people ; that no tyrant ever subjected so many 
human beings to such unmitigated grievances, to such mighty woes. 
Millions of victims have fallen by his oppressions — millions more are 
enthralled. Year after year, and age after age, have passed away, but the 
cry of remonstrance, though often raised, has seldom been heard or 
heeded. The malignant tyrant, steady to his purpose, has rioted in the 
carnage, and with infernal exultation mocked at the groans of the dying, 
and sported with widows' sighs and orphans' tears. Every domestic and 
social bond has been disregarded. The peace and respectability of fami- 
lies have been destroyed. Promising and beloved sons have been torn from 
their parents, husbands from their wives and families ; and the tender 
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£00 tender to be sundered, no chord too strong to be broken by this un- 
feeling tyrant. 

And we now ask the suffrages of the whole world if a domination of 
such unmingled oppression and tyranny should be submitted to any longer 
by an enlightened, a generous, and otherwise free people. 

We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity which declares our sepa- 
ration from Alcohol, and hold him hereafter an implacable enemy in 
war, and — no friend in peace. 

We, therefore, the representatives of the views of all true temperance 
men in the United States of America and throughout the world, appealing 
to the Supreme Judge of the earth for the rectitude of our intentions, do, 
in the name and by the authority of all true temperance men, solemnly 
publish and declare that the whole human race ought of right to be free 
and independent of, and absolved from, all allegiance to Alcohol, and that 
all connection, of whatever kind, between them and him, ought to be to- 
tally dissolved; and that, while they have ?w right, as rational and account- 
able beings, to contract alliances, establish commerce, or conclude a peace 
with him, they have full power to wage against him (with moral weapons) 
a war of extermination ; and to do all other acts and things which may law- 
fully be done to annihilate his dominion from under the whole heaven. 
And for the support of this declaration, with a firm reliance on the pro- 
tection and guidance of divine Providence, we, temperance men, mu- 
tually pledge to each other our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred HONOR. 



What Nobody should do. 




Answer : Swallow intoxicating drink. 



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Mr. Mackenzie 9 s Answer. 

When Marvie Anderson first saw Mr. Mackenzie, she thought 
J ' What a saintly man !" But this occurred at a pra)'er- meeting, 
where he always made it a point to speak with much seeming 
humility, and prayed with great fervor and devotion. A three 
weeks' visit at his house, and enjoyment of the gayeties constantly 
going on, made her wonder if the Mr. Mackenzie there and at 
prayer-meeting were one and the same person. 

She had her own ideas of what a Christian life should be, and 



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earnestly wished to be a. professor of the religion of which he and 
all his family made profession ; but at the end of the visit she was 
more in the dark than ever. 

A scene which occurred one morning in the library — a busi- 
ness transaction between him and a poor widow, of which she 
and his daughter Delia were witnesses — made her doubt his sin- 
cerity still more ; yet he thought he set a good example, and 
meant to be a shining light in the church as well as society. He 
was terribly inconsistent — held to his own opinions in face of all 
opposition, scorned all fanaticism, and had no patience with 
" reformers." He advocated the use of wine, and practised it 
too, quoting the Bible to sustain his views ; said it was a "good 
gift of God," and despised any one who was such a " fool " or 
weak enough to be overcome by it. Faye Huntington further 
describes him, and gives some admirable arguments in favor of 
total abstinence, in a book just published by the National Tem- 
perance Society, called " Mr. Mackenzie's Answer." What his 
" answer " was his life will best show, and we suggest a careful 
perusal. 



Grief Banished by Wine. 

BY SIR W. A'BECKETT. 

Grief banished by wine will come again, 

And come with a deeper shade, 
Leaving, perchance, on the soul a stain 

Which sorrow hath never made. 
Then fill not the tempting glass for me, 

If mournful, I will not be mad ; 
Better sad, because we are sinful, be, 

Than sinful because we are sad. 



A good point against moderate drinkers was made by a little 
girl at Saratoga. Replying to a question why she refused the 
wine when it was passed round that " she didn't like it," her 
interlocutor rejoined that she should take a little for her sto- 
mach's sake. " I ain't dot no tommick's ache," was the emphatic 
and indignant answer. 



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Searching for the Bottle— A Shadotv Picture. 

Jones and Smith have been on a regular spree. They have 
lain out in the woods all night. Jones, when he awoke and 
found where he was, determined to drink no more, and, to put 
temptation out of the way, he threw the bottle into the lake. But 
Smith, who has just awakened, wants a drink very bad ; he is 
dry, and, instead of quenching his thirst (like a sensible man) 
with water from the beautiful lake, he is trying to find the whis- 
key-bottle (on his hands and knees) ; he thinks he sees it now, 
but it is only a shadow. Jones has to laugh, and even the trees 
can hardly keep their jaws straight. Of course you see all this 
in the picture ; if not, look until you do. 

Edward Carswell. 

The Fruits of License. 

An aged mother in her fierce despair 

Scatters the tresses of her silver hair ; 

Frantic rebels against the biting rod, 

And spurns the comfort of the man of God. 

Would you what caused the desolation know, 

That wearies echo with its frenzied woe ? 

'Tis not that yonder gibbet rears on high 

Its black, grim outline sharp against the sky ; 

'Tis not that on that plank her first-born stands, 

His brother's blood scarce dry upon his hands. 

The cause lies further — where that crime was bred, 

In a shop licensed for the public good ; 

Where murder, arson, theft, are brought to pass 

With hell-broth vended at ten cents a glass. 

And thus her hands the childless widow wrings, 

And thus the fratricidal felon swings, 

While the accessory before the fact 

Goes free in goods and character intact. 

Dr. Charles Jewett. 
►♦« 

Behead what a drunkard does, and leave what his sense does 
afterwards. Ans. Booze — Coze. 

Behead a place of resort for tipplers, and leave what the person 
is who frequents it. Ans. Saloon — A loon. 

" Intelligent and consistent temperance " has been defined 
to mean " to take nothing between drinks." 



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The Best Drink, 

Oh ! water when I'm thirsty you must ever give to me, 

And water when you're thirsty I would ever give to thee ; 

For water from a flowing fount will make the weary whole, 

And I could not a richer gift present a thirsty soul. 

A drink to keep the reason bright, and make the feeble strong 

And cause the springs of life to flow like melody in song ; 

A drink to keep a man on earth in wisdom and in love, 

A bright evangel pointing here to a higher life above. 

Oh ! we should be a happier race, and wiser far would be, 

If f-om the blighting curse of drink this world of ours was free ! 

Could man, then, to his brother give a drink to hurt the brain, 

And look without a burning blush into his face again ? 

Then work and struggle onward through the darkness to the dawn; 

The days of youth are coming, we can see the early morn. 

Hurrah ! hurrah ! for water, pure, simple, cold, and good ; 

Hurrah ! for such a bounteous gift to earth's great brotherhood. 



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The Year. 



JANUARY. 

Cold winds, and ice, and chilling snows, 
Yet cheerful is the heaven above us, 
When wine taints not the blood that flows 
Through hearts we love and hearts that love us. 

FEBRUARY. 

Now sifted through the freezing air, 
The pure white flakes whiten the city. 
Oh ! pity the poor victims where 
The fell destroyer has no pity. 

MARCH. 

The wind wails like a maniac wild, 
And shakes the cot from sill to rafter, 
Pinching with cold the drunkard's child, 
And mocking her soft tears with laughter. 

APRIL. 

Now changing days of sun and rain 
Dissolve the shrinking snow that lingers. 
Oh ! kindle temperance hopes again, 
Sweet buds that bloom, and feathered singers. 

MAY. 

The fragrant woods and fields are green, 
And dandelions deck the meadows, 
And buttem/As- of golden sheen — 
The cups undimmed by ghastly shadows. 



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JUNE. 

June is the darling of the year, 

Full of sweet sounds and sweeter rose: 

So let us pledge in water clear 

The truthful lesson it discloses. 

JULY. 

Thsis is the month of bobolinks, 
And meadows full of fragrant clover 
And happy he who nothing drinks 
That tumbles men and morals over. 

AUGUST. 

O days of heat and scorching skies ! 
Ripening the corn for daily rations. 
How welcome is the cloud that flies 
To fill the cups of thirsting nations ! 

SEPTEMBER. 

The mellow fruit hangs on the vine, 
And Plenty smiles at all our portals. 
Oh ! save us from the serpent wine, 
Which in our gardens tempts poor mortal.- 

OCTOBER. 

The woodlands wear the rainbow's hue — 
The colored flag of fair October; 
And nothing, save the sky, is blue ; 
And everything, save man, is sober. 

NOVEMBER. 

The forest leaves are falling fast, 
For this is cold and drear November. 
O man ! stand like the woodland mast, 
Your vow of abstinence remember. 

DECEMBER. 

The hills and vales are robed in snow, 
And Nature now seems calmly sleeping. 
Throughout the year this truth we know, 
Her pledge is safe within her keeping. 

G. W. h 



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The Welcome Visitor. 

The arrival of the postman in some of our backwoods 
settlements is even now an important event in the history 



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of the week. Our country embraces a continent, and 
there are points which have never been penetrated by a 
railroad nor touched by the telegraph. 

A rural scene like that which is presented in this picture 
reminds us of the wonderful progress of our people, foroui 
minds are sure to look through the telescope of imagina- 
tion at the cable which rests on the floor of the ocean— 
a fiery artery throbbing with lightning between the Old 
World and the New, and at the railroad which reaches 
from the Atlantic to the Pacific — a path paved with iron 
for the march of man across a continent. May our young 
and vigorous nation never ignore the virtues of temper- 
ance : then her progress in morals will keep pace with her 
progress in art, in science, in literature, in commercial 
and political prosperity. Without temperance we cannot 
have permanent success in anything. The old weather- 
beaten letter-carrier has been instrumental in touching the 
sympathies of the young recipients of the message. Per- 
haps it contains good tidings from some absent brother, 
who has carried his sober habits with him to the noisy 
town. It may contain a remittance — the honest savings 
of industry and economy. What others spend for liquor 
and tobacco he may have saved, and in that way ensured 
a double blessing — donor and recipients sharing the bene- 
faction. 

♦ 

There is no harm in a glass of whisky, provided it is 
allowed to remain in the glass. 

Mistaken Wit. — Some mistake the motherwort of their 
vinegar-barrel for the mother-wit of nature. 

Burke said, " When bad men conspire, good men 
should associate." 

A nation that could vote steadily under fire can vote 
down the rum fire. Let us have votes. 

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Oat of the Fire. 

" Out of the fires of shame and sin, 
God is able to garner in 
A glorious harvest of souls." 

Dexter Rollins was a kind husband and father when 
he was free from the influence of liquor, but as he gradu- 



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ally came more and more under its terrible influence, he 
neglected and deserted those he had promised to love and 
rotect. He failed to provide for the household. No 
food, no furniture, no fire ; and it was only when the de- 
serted wife made the effort to cut a lew sticks tc kindle 
the fire, thereby inflicting a bad wound on her foot, mak- 
ing herself a cripple for life, he took the bellows to help 
start the fire, while the children gathered round the 
stricken mother. 

A book, lately published by the National Temperance 
Society, entitled "Out of the Fire," written by Miss M. D. 
Chellis, gives the story how they were saved, and brought 
ougnt out of the fires of intemperance to love and light. 
It also shows how others were brought out of the fires of 
shame and sin into the light and life of Christ's love and 
Gospel freedom. It is one of the best books of the year, 
and should find a place in ever)- Sunday-school library c-nc 
family in the land. 



The Two Flasks. 

With a flask of water in your hand, 
You may always live in a fairy land ; 
You are always strong, you are ever young, 
With no remorse vour heart is wrung. 

With a flask of wine, the Bible says, 
Not strength, nor youth, nor length ot days, 
But sorrow, disease, remorse, and woe 
Are bidden guests, and with you go. 

The flask of water, the flask of wine, 
Are both within your reach and mine ; 
You and I are friends; can we agree?— 
The flask nf water my choice shall be. 



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"Nothing can Come of It," 

The secret was out at last. It was a pitiful sight. In a 
room where taste and luxury abounded, where the hand 
of love daily arranged every little article in the Doctor's 
study — and now to find hint drunk ! Agnes stood gazing 
in amazement. He — her husband, who had so lately pro- 
mised before God to cherish and protect her, already so 



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fallen ! Could she have known this she would nevei have 
left her father's house and promised to be his wife. Now, 
what was before her? A life of humiliation and misery. 
She knew he drank a little wine. "But, then, he was 
wealthy, and so handsome and gay, and had a profession ; 
surely nothing serious could come of a taste for wine." 
So she had argued before their marriage. Now she was 
to learn that this serpent, when flattered and petted by 
the rich and gay, could turn and bite them when he chose 
to charm, as well as the poor and degraded among men. 
Yes, he was drunk ; and the secret once discovered, the 
skeleton in the closet revealed, he threw off the mask 
and acknowledged he had no more power over himself. 
Slowly he went down. First in the confidence of his 
people ; then in the eyes of the community ; and, lastly, in 
the eyes of his own wife, who, while she stood by him and 
clung to some faint hope, pitied him, lost her respect 
for him, and finally followed him to a drunkard's grave. 
More than once have I seen this picture carried out. We 
think of the drunkard as among the poor and despised of 
earth- -ignorant, and covered with rags. It is not always 
so. The wealthy, the talented, the petted of society, if 
they tamper with the serpent, will at last feel his sting. 



Gambling. — " What harm is there," said a young man, 
"in playing a game of cards for amusement?" It leads tt 
the formation of bad habits — gambling, drinking, swear- 
ing ; and it is attended by loss of time, loss of health, loss 
>f reputation, loss of peace, loss of fortune, and loss of both 
body and soul. 

Ale and Beer Measure. — In a school " ale and beei mea- 
sure " was given out to be got off. Next morning the firsl 
boy was called upon, but said, "I don't know it," " How's 
that ?" " Please, sir, neither father nor I tnink it's an\ 
use, for we neither mean to buy, sell, nor drink it !" 



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Joe's Lesson, 

Joe was a brave boy. He never knew what tear meant 
—as far as other boys, or any common danger, was con- 
cerned. He was first in study, first in play, and not sec- 
ond-best in work. He had a pleasant home, a capital school 
teacher, who would have told you Joe was the best boy in 



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doors or out. What, then, is the matter with him now/ 
For this surely is Joe ; and he isn't in his mother's parlor 
to-night. No, he is in jail ; and, as he cannot go to her, 
she and Fanny have gone to him. It was a terrible shock 
to poor Joe's mother when she learnt that he had been 
arrested for stealing a ten-dollar bill from the drawer of a 
merchant. Did he take the money? It was missed from 
the drawer, and it was also proved that Joe changed a ten- 
dollar bill — a new, crisp greenback — at a grocery in an- 
other part of the town the same night it was missing. The 
officers believed Joe stole the money. Frank Nevinaugh 
was very certain of it ; but Joe's mother and Fanny did not 
believe a word of it. They were sure he told the truth ; but 
he had been found in bad company, and laid himself liable 
to be charged with anything which bad boys may be ac- 
cused of doing. Joe had been a little too fearless. He was 
not afraid of wine, and not afraid of boys who could smoke 
and chew and drink beer and cider. So one night when 
five or six of these boys were to have a grand time, some 
one of them had a ten-dollar bill to be changed. One of 
them got Joe to get it broken, and then all shared the 
cigars, nuts, and cider (with something a little stronger 
for that once). The bill was missed. Frank Nevinaugh, 
who was in the store, had heard a boy say Joe changed a 
bill at a certain grocery. The bill was found, and Joe's 
plea that he changed it for Fred Morlette (Frank's friend) 
did him no good. Of course Fred denied it, and Joe 
went to jail. He could have been very happy even in jail, 
knowing he was innocent of theft, had it not been for the 
wine-drinking and the bad company, and the disgrace they 
brought. When the trial came Joe was cleared, but as 
long as he lived he never forgot that week in the Starfleld 
jail. It was a hard lesson, but Joe never again tasted wine 
or tobacco, and avoided "bad company" as carefully as 
he would shun an iron wolf-traD. 



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Man or Monkey, 

If smoking all ended in smoke, 
It might pass for a very good joke, 

When one man or monkey followed another. 
But when you see lighted cigars, 
With the boys who copy papas — 

Fools at one end and fires at the other. 

Then comes the rub, not alone of the match. 
The passions and appetites catch 

The fire of the fierce conflagration, 
And the airish boy when he can, 
Like the monkey which smokes with the man, 

Will be the dupe of a bad imitation. 



An old tobacco-chewer finds that the Bible sustains his 
favorite habit. He quotes : " He that is filthy, let him be 

filthy still." 

♦ 

Appropriate — for Tobacco-Chewers to commence 
their Prayers with — " O Lord, we are of unclean lips." 



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3Ien Wanted. 

• The world wants men — large-hearted, manly men , 
Men who shall join its chorus, and prolong 
The psalm of labor and the psalm of love. 
The times want scholars — scholars who shall shape 
The doubtful destinies of dubious years. 
And land the aik, that bears our country's good, 
Safe on some peaceful Ararat at last. 
The age wants heroes — heroes who shall dare 
To struggle in the solid ranks of truth ; 
To clutch the monster error by the throat ; 
To bear opinion to a loftier seat ; 
To blot the era of oppression out, 
And lead a universal freedom in. 
And heaven wants souls — fresh and capacious souls { 
To taste its raptures, and expand, like flowers, 
Beneath the glory of its central sun. 
It wants fresh souls — not lean and shrivelled ones; 
It wants fresh souls, my brother — give it thine. 
If thou indeed wilt be what scholars should ; 
If thou wilt be a hero, and wilt strive 
To help thy fellow and exalt thyself, 
Thy feet, at last, shall stand on jasper floors ; 
Thy heart, at last, shall seem a thousand hearts — 
Each single heart with myriad raptures filled — 
While thou shalt sit with princes and with kings, 
Rich in the jewel of a ransomed soul." 



Temperance in Sunday -Schools. 

Drunkenness comes from drinking. If the children of 
America will always let drink alone, drunkenness will soon 
disappear. The Sunday-school is the place to teach and 
train the children to total abstinence. It is a part of the 
Sunday-School work. The Bible says, "Wine is a mock- 
er" — " Strong drink is raging" — "At last it biteth like a 
serpent, and stingeth like an adder." The National Tem- 
perance Society publish sixteen beautiful books for Sun- 
day-school libraries, inculcating these doctrines, which 
should be placed in the hands of every child in the land. 



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Rev. Dr. Willoufjhby and his Wine." 

The " Doctor " was a man who believed " temperance " 
consisted in the moderate use of the wine-cup, and that in- 
toxicating liquor was the " good creature of God." He was 
looked up to as a kind and good minister, beloved by all 
who knew him. Temperance with him was not total ab- 



148 Water Spouts. 

stinence, and he was very " set in his way." John Davis, 
a poor mechanic easily tempted, had become a miserable 
drunkard, but, having a severe fit of sickness, he had re- 
solved to reform if the " good minister " would help 
him. He sent for him and told him he would sign the 
total abstinence pledge if the Doctor would, and, the Lord 
helping him, he would keep it till the day of his death. 
John's wife was " so happy," and begged the " good man " 
to help her husband to become a sober man. The Doctor 
could not change his views and practice, and, while advis- 
ing John to sign, declined to do it himself, because he 
" knew how to use the good gifts of God in moderation," 
and would not deprive himself of an "innocent gratifica- 
tion." Neither the pleadings of the wife, the promises of 
the drunkard, nor the prospect of the salvation of the soul 
could move him from his rock of " moderation." It was 
his " religious conviction that wine and other stimulating 
drinks are not to be refused, but received with thanks- 
giving " — and when John heard his determination he gave 
up his efforts to reform and, raising himself up in his bed, 
said : " Do you hear that, wife ? It's a part of the minis- 
ter's religion to drink wine. Shall I be wiser than my 
betters or holier than the prophets ? Hurrah ! Send Tim 
to fill up the black jug. If it's his religion to drink wine, 
it's mine to drink whiskey, and I will drink it till I die !" 

The book is filled with startling facts and incidents, 
which are only the rehearsal of facts showing the evils of 
moderate drinking, and the results of the influence of 
good men who favor the "moderate use of wine." Its 
fidelity to truth and its high moral bearing will commend 
it to the friends of temperance as a welcome ally in the 
work of saving men from temporal and eternal ruin. 

John Davis died of delirium tremens, after a reckless 
career of dissipation, never again making an effort to 
reform. 



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In the two engravings you have the interview illustrated. 
They are taken from a new book just published by the 
National Society, of 458 pages, written in a masterly style 
and covering the whole ground, and yet it is a charming 
story which should be read by everybody. It is a choice 
book for the Sunday-school library. 



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Temperance Fable, 

The rats once assembled in a large cellar, to devise 
some method of safely getting the bait from a steel trap 
which lay near, having seen numbers of their friends and 
relatives snatched from them by its merciless jaws. After 
many long speeches, and the proposal of many elaborate 
but fruitless plans, a happy wit, standing erect, said : " It 
is my opinion, that, if with one paw we can keep down 
the spring, we can safely take the food from the trap with 
the other." All the rats present loudly squealed assent. 
Then they were startled by a faint voice, and a poor rat, 
with only three legs, limping into the ring, stood up to 
speak : 

" My friends, I have tried the method you proposed, 
and you see the result. Now let me suggest a plan to 
escape the trap. Do not touch it" 

Moral. — Total abstinence is the only way to escape the 
rumseller's trap. 

Only once I and No, not once! 

" Only once," the tempter said, with smiling lip. 

Tempted thus, the young man took the fatal sip : 

And time passed on. Hush ! gently tread ; 

Death guards this night the drunkard's bed ! 
" Only once," the tempter said, with winning voice. 

Seizing the box, the young man threw the rattling dice : 

And time passed on. What can earth have 

More sad than this — a gambler's grave? 
" No, not once," the young man said, and, rising up, 

Wavering not, he pushed aside the sparkling cup : 

And time passed on. No nobler fame 

Has earth than his — an honored name. 
" No, not once," the youth exclaimed, and turned away. 

Others filled his place, and joined the exciting play . 

And time passed on. How lived that boy? 

A father's pride, a mother's joy ! 



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An hour-glass with wings indicates the speed of time. 
The particles of sand, flowing like our moments, soon run 
out, and we cannot reverse life and bring them back as 
the turning of the glass returns the sand to its cup. There 
sits the figure of a woman watching the glittering atoms, 
which represent the flight of moments and months and 
years. An old author said that God placed such high 
value upon life he gives us but one moment of it at a 
time. How do we estimate our time ? 

Do we waste it in the bar-room or at the billard table? 
Do we dissolve it in wine, as Cleopatra did her jewels? Or 
do we improve the precious moments in making the world 
better for our being in it ? Have we wiped away tears from 
a sad face ? Have we healed a broken heart, and made it 
palpitate with hope and happiness ? Have we taken a poor 
prodigal by the hand and helped him to reach his Father's 
house ? Now is the time to improve the " fast running 
sands." "Tide and time will stop for no man." 
" Nor youth, nor age, nor man, nor woman." 



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Alphabetical List of Evils frequently produced 
by Intoxicating Liquors* 

Allure from the paths of duty. 

Banish domestic happiness. 

Create unnatural thirst. 

Derange the intellect. 

Enlarge the prisons and jails 

Fill the poor-houses and workshops. 

Generate the vilest propensities. 

Hinder the progress of the blessed Gospel. 

Inflame the blood. 

Jeopardize the interests of the immortal soul 

Kindle the flames of strife. 

Lead to poverty, disease, and death. 

Murder the soul. 

Nerve the assassin's arm. 

Oppress the poor and needy. 

Poison the body. 

Quench holy desires. 

Rage with Satanic violence. 

Scoff at true religion. 

Trouble the church of Christ. 

Unarm the philosopher. 

Vitiate the passions. 

Work discord in families. 

Yield a harvest of woes. 

Zealously affect evil speaking. 



The Pledge. 

The pledge, the pledge, the pledge we sign 
Away with rum and gin and wine ; 
Each happy girl and boy in school 
Will keep it as a golden rule. 

The pledge, the pledge, the pledge we take i 

We promise not to scorn or break, 

We offer it to youth and age, 

To man and woman, saint and sage. 



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The Old Oaken Bucket. 

How dear to my heart are the scenes of my childhood, 

When fond recollection recalls them to view — 
The orchard, the meadow, the deep tangled wild-wood, 

And every loved spot which my infancy knew ; 
The wide-spreading spring, the mill that stood nigh it, 

The bridge and the rocks where the cataract fell ; 
The cot of my father, the dairy-house by it, 

And e'en the rude bucket that hung in the well : 
The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket, 

The moss-covered bucket that hung in the well." 



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The Young Man's Course. 

I saw him first at a social party. He took but a single 
gluss of wine, and that in compliance with the request of 
a fair young hidy with whom he conversed. 

I saw him next, when he supposed he was unseen, tak 
ing a glass to satisfy the slight desire formed by sordid 
indulgence. He thought there was no danger. 

I saw him again with those of his own kind meeting at 
night to spend a short time in convivial pleasure. He 
said it was only innocent pleasure. 

I saw him yet once more — he was pale, cold, and motion- 
less, and was carried to his last resting-place. 

I thought of his future state. The Bible teaches 
" Drunkards shall not inherit the kingdom of heaven." 



Temperance Worfo, 

It's a work of prevention and cure ; 
A work for the rich and the poor ; 
A work that is slow and yet sure ; 
A work whose effects will endure. 

Then shout for it, hearer and preacher : 

Shout for it, master and man ; 
Shout for it, scholar and teacher ; 

Praise it wherever you can. 
Temperance lessens the stealers, 

Robbing by day and by night ; 
Temperance adds to the kneelers 

Who in religion delight. 
Temperance aids the repealers 

Of the infamous liquor laws ; 
Temperance helps the revealers 

Of light on our nation's cause. 

It's a work for the old and young, 
It's a work for the pen and tongue, 
It's a work for pulpit and pew, 
It's a work for me and for you. 



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Take in tJie Dove. 

The temperance ship was like the ark, 
Tossed on the waters in the dark, 

When lightnings rent the clouds asunder, 
And floods rolled o'er the mountain heights, 
And tempests quenched the starry lights 

In storms of rain and fire and thunder. 

Now to the Ararat on high — 
Beneath a calm and golden sky — 

Behold the temperance dove returning. 
The olive-branch is in its beak, 
The rainbow spans the mountain peak, 

In the soft hues of heaven burning. 

George W. Bungay. 



The Arabs say that wine is a melted ruby ; the Abstain- 
ers say that it is liquid fire and distilled death. 

The slave of appetite is like the myth Tantalus, who 
stood in a stream, but the waters escaped whenever he 
stooped to drink. 

The pains and pleasures of the inebriate are dispropor- 
tioned, like Falstaff s bread and sack, 



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A License at the Bar of God. 

" Yes," said the Rev. John Pierpont, " you have a license 
—and that is your plea; I adjure you to keep it; lock it 
among your choicest jewels ; guard it as the apple of youi 
eye ; and when you die, and are laid in your coffin, be sure 
that the precious document is placed between your cold 
and clammy fingers, so that when you are called upon tc 
confront your victims before God you may be ready to file 
in your plea of justification, and boldly to lay down youi 
license on the bar of the Judge. Yes, my friend, keep it 
— you will then want your license signed by the county 
commissioners and indorsed by the selectmen." 



"Not for a Hundred Dimes, Sir." 

" Here, my dear, drink a glass of wine," said a lady, as 
she handed a glass of sparkling champagne to a bright boy. 

" No, thank you, ma'am ; I belong to the cold-watei 
band," replied the boy. 

" I'll give you a dime if you will drink it," said a gentle 
man, who wanted to test the little teetotaler's strength. 

"Oh! no sir," rejoined the boy; "I would not brenu 
my pledge for a hundred dimes !" 

Noble young teetotaler ! How many of our readers are 
as true as he ? 



The Good Time Coming. 

Tis coming up the steep of time, 

And this old world is growing brighter, 
We may not see its dawn sublime, 

Yet high hopes make the heart throb lighter. 
We may be sleeping in the ground 

When it awakes the world in wonder, 
But we have felt it gathering round, 

And heard its voice of living thunder ; 
'Tis coming, yes, 'tis coming !" 



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Darling, read the sacred line, 
Then lay the hoi)' treasure up : 

Look not thou upon the wine 
When it moveth in the cup." 

There you see another verse, 

" Strong drink like a serpent bites ;" 
And there you see it is a curse, 

Which hardens every heart it blights. 



The Might will Triumph. 

Let good men ne'er of truth despair, 

Though humble efforts fail ; 
Oh ! give not o'er until once more 

The righteous cause prevail. 
The brave and true may seem but few. 

But hope has- better things in view ; 
And the day shall yet appear 

When the might with the right and the truth shall be 
And come what there may to stand in the way, 

That day the world shall see." 



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2%e Best ran. 



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The Best Fun. 

" Propping up the tree old fellow ? Well, that's very 
kind of you. Afraid it will tumble down on us, I suppose. 
Hadn't you better go around and prop it up on t'other side ">" 

Such were the remarks of a party of boys — fine manly 
fellows they were, or might have been ; but they must 
needs make a target for their jokes of this poor tippler. 

" O boys ! for shame !" cried out Archie Graham. 
" We ought to know better than to make fun of a poor 
fellow that the rum-seller has poisoned out of his senses. 
I say, wouldn't it be the best fun to keep him somewhere 
till he is sober, and then get him to sign the pledge ?" 

"Capital!" said Dan Turner. "Take him. up to our 
coach-house ; and I'll run ahead and ask pa." 

" Perhaps he won't go," said one. 

" W 7 e'll see," said Archie, who went up and spoke kind- 
ly, and poor drunken Tim listened, and good-naturedly 
went along with them. They persuaded him to sign the 
pledge, and got him a place to work where he would not 
be tempted to drink, and kept going to visit him, till at 
last he was saved. 

And the boys were all so glad of it, they declared it was 
much better fun than hooting and mimicking any poor 
drunkard. " You see," said Archie, "pa says when a fel- 
low really gets to drinking, it's like the small-pox, or some 
such disease — he can't stop it when he wants to ; and what 
he wants is help, just as we do when we are sick." 

" Well, I know one thing," said Dick, earnestly; " I ain't 
agoing to ever begin to drink, and then I shall be safe." 

" Well, I know another," said Dan ; " I ain't agoing to 
ever use tobacco, for Tim says it was the smoking that 
made him want to drink so much at first." 

And the last I heard of these boys, they had started a 
fine Society, with a good strong pledge against using 
tobacco, and against anything that can intoxicate. 



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A Temperance Dialogue, 

Willie — " I have joined the Band of Hope, and I think 
the Order is letter A No. I, and tip-top." 

Tommy — " What's the use of 5 r our going into that Order ? 
You don t drink rum, you don't drink lager even, and you 
don t chew nor smoke tobacco." 

Bennie — " Good for you, Tom. Temperance societies 
are of no use at all. This is a free country, and men, and 
boys, too, should be permitted to do as they please. 1 
drink home-made wine, sometimes a little beer and cider, 
and it is nobody's business." 

Willie — " Temperance societies have saved a good 
many drunkards, and prevented a good many from becom- 
ing drunkards, so I think they are of some use. The 
country would not be free, boys, if its citizens became the 
slaves of intemperance ; or if they were permitted to do 
as they pleased — because some please to do wrong, some 
steal, some fight, some fire their neighbors' houses, some 
commit murder. Now, should such persons be allowed to 
do as they please ?" 

Bennie — " No one has a right to do wrong to another, 
but I refer to what he does to himself. If I smoke a cigar, 
do I harm you ? If I chew tobacco, do I injure anybody 
else ? If I drink wine and beer, will that make another 
person tipsy ?" 

Tommy — " That ain't a fair argument, Ben. You 1 ave 
convinced me that Willie is right, and that you and I are 
both wrong, and I would like to have my name proposed 
for membership at the next meeting." 

Willie — " Good. Glad to hear you say so, Tom ; and 1 
think if Ben will consider the matter, his good sense will 
lead him to copy your example ; for one of the Apostles 
once said, ' Do thyself no harm,' showing plainly that a 
man or a boy has no right to injure himself. Smoking, 
chewing, and drinking injure the body and the mind — so 



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the doctors and ministers say, and they ought to know 
Besides, the example does injury to other people, and m 
one is safe who indulges such h?bits." 

Bennie — " I do net know but you are half right; am 
as I like you, Willie and Tommy (he tosses a cigar from 
his pocket into the sewer), better than I do any othei 
boys about here, and wish to go where you go, I believe J 
will also join. You may propose my name for membership.' 




Bible Testimony. 

When the Children of Israel were travel 
worn and thirsty, Moses smote the rock 
Horeb, and water, not wine, rolled in liv 
ing streams at their feet. When the 
drunken king spread rich viands anc 
wine before Daniel, he refused to drink 
anything save water. When Hagar and 
her child were perishing with thirst, an 
"Look not upon the angel directed them to a well of watei 
•wine." in the wilderness. When the Gideonites 

were chosen to go out and meet the host of Midian, three 
hundred cold-water drinkers w r ere the men picked for that 
special service. Samson, a man of great physical strength, 
was commanded to drink neither wine nor strong drink. 
Elijah prayed that there might be no rain, and the heavens 
became as brass and the earth as iron ; then the people 
repented in sackcloth and ashes, and importuned the pro- 
phet to pray for rain ; he did so, and in the shower vege- 
tation raised its green palms in praise, the birds poured 
out their hymns of joy, the streams unrolled like ribbons 
of silver from the hills, and " the bow was set in the 
cloud." John the Baptist, the mightiest man born ol 
woman, was commanded to drink neither wine nor strong 
drink ; in the wilderness he lived on wild honey and water ; 
•and preached with mighty eloquence. G. w. b. 



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No Drunkards There* 

There is a beautiful land, we are told, 
With rivers of silver and streets of gold ; 
Bright are the beings whose shining feet 
Wander along each quiet street ; 
Sweet is the music that fills the air — 
No drunkards are there. 

No garrets are there, where the weary wait, 
Where the room is cold and the hours are late ; 
No pale-faced wife, with looks of fear, 
Listens for steps she dreads to hear. 
The hearts are free from pain and care — 
No drink is sold there. 

All the long day, in that beautiful land, 
The clear waters ripple o'er beds of sand ; 
And, down on the edge of the water's brink, 
T^-cp white-robed beings wander, nor shrink, 
No ear the power of the tempter's snare, 
For no wine is there. 

Father ! look down from thy throne, I pray; 
Hasten, oh ! hasten the glorious day ; 
Help us to work as a Temperance band 
To drive the demon away from the land ; 
Teach us to say, we will dry every tear 

Which drink makes flow here. 



A drunkard is the annoyance of modesty, the spoil ol 
civi.ity, the destruction of reason, the robber's agent, the 
alehouse benefactor, his wife's sorrow, his children's 
trouble, his own shame, his neighbor's scoff, a walking 
swill-bowl, the picture of a beast, the monster of a man ! 



Dr. Samuel Johnson said, " The diminutive chain of 
habit is scarcely heavy enough to be felt until it is too 
strong to be broken." 



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The Little Flower-Girl. 



The sweet little flower-girl seems unconscious of the 
fact that she is sweeter and fairer than the flowers in her 
hands. The language of Tennyson, the poet-laureate of 
England, applies properly to her: 

" O fairest of flowers in the garden of girls ! 
Queen 111 3^ and rose in one ; 
Shine out, little head sunning over with curls, 
To the flowers, and be their sun." 

Flowers drink rain and dew, so should girls; flowers 
give sweet odors, girls should think pure thoughts; 
flowers appear to best advantage when dressed in their 
own green leaves, girls are most beautiful when modestly 



164 Water Spouts. 

attired. Pour alcohol about the roots of the rose or the 
violet, and it soon loses its loveliness, and perishes. 
Pour the same poison down the throat of a girl, and the 
delicate, sensitive creature will soon become the victim of 
disease, perhaps premature death. What the poet said of 
the rose and the lily may then be said of her: 

" The rose then bowed its fragrant head, 
And leaned upon the lily's breast, 

So softly blending white with red ; 

Before another word was said, 
They faded into peaceful rest." 



Teetotal Alphabet, 

A stands for Ale, which we must not drink ; 

B stands for Brandy, an evil, we think ; 

C stands for Care, well known by the sot ; 

D stands for Drunkard ; a slave, is he not ? 

E stands for Evil, which drink oft produces ; 

F for Fermented, and, therefore, bad juices ; 

G stands for Gin, the cause of much woe ; 

H stands for Hunger, that follows it, too ; 

I for Intemperance ; then let us abstain ; 

J, Join Teetotal, and happiness gain ; 

K stands for Keep from the Ale-house away ; 

L stands for Liquor, that leads men astray ; 

M stands for Malt, or Barley that's spoiled ; 

N for the Net in which the drunkard is coiled ; 

O for Oppression the drunkard's wife feels ; 

P for the Passion the drunkard's heart steels ; 

Q stands for Quarrels, oft brought on by drink ; 

R stands Rum, of which we won't think ; 

S stands for Spirit, which thousands has slain ; 

T for Teetotal, which we will maintain ; 

U for Unkindness, which the drink often follows 

V for the Vice, which oft leads to the gallows ; 
W for Wine, a mocker, we say ; 

X for a X we should bear every day ; 

Y stands for Youth, may they ever abstain ; 
Z stands for Zealous, teetotal to gain. 



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Is it Right to License ? 

We respectfully ask, Is it right to license man thus to 
mar the image of God in his brother man ? Right to give 
him authority thus " to sell insanity ' 7 and deal out sure 
destruction? If it is right, why should any man be for- 
bidden to do it? If not right, why should any be per- 
mitted? Why forbid all but " men of sober life and con- 
versation " to do this, if it is right ? Why allow " men of 
sober life and conversation '' to do it, if it is wrong ? Will 
the poison be less active or less fatal if it is dealt out with 
a steady hand? Will the buyer be the less a drunkard 
because the seller is a sober man ? May this pollution be 
poured out upon society only by clean hands ? Can that 
which always works private evil conduce to public good ? 
Can that which is bad for all the parts be good for the 
luhole? Can evil be converted into good by multiplica- 
tion ? Can wrong be legislated into right? 

John Pierpont. 




Happy Rabbits. 

How happy the rabbits ! 
They have no bad habits ; 
They never get tipsy ; 
As lively as a gipsy. 
When the day's heat is over, 
They rollic in clover. 



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Learning to Count, 

" Now, boys, you want to be men some day, don't you?" 

" Yes, sir." 

"Well, what do you mean to do when you grow up?" 

" I mean to be a sailor, sir." 

" I'm going to be a grocer." 

"And I, a butcher." 

" I mean to help mother, sir," was the shrill cry of one 
of the tiniest of all the little crew. 

"That's right !" said I. " Never forget mother; always 
try to help her. But if you are to be all these things— 
grocers, butchers, and all that sort of thing— you must 
first of all learn a great deal, and none of you will be able 
to get on very well if you are not able to count quickly 
and reckon correctly. If you mean to be good and suc- 
cessful men of business, you must have your heart right 
and your head clear. Give your heart to Jesus Christ, and 
he will keep it right and true. Always be sober, and 
your heads won't get muddled, as many people's are. 
Now suppose we take a lesson in counting as far up as 
ten, and, to help you to remember the figures, I will give 
you a ryhme for every one. Then, to make you more 
firm in your Bind of Hope principles, the rhymes will be 
about teetotalism. Here goes ! Say them after me : 

" Number one, The Beer-Shop shun. 
Number two, Nor drink, nor brew. 
Number three, A teetotaler be. 
Number four, Keep drink from the door. 
N.imber five, Abstain and thrive. 
Number six, To teetotal fix. 
Number seven, Be to temperance given. 
Number eight, Don't be caught by the bait. 
Number nine. A mocker is wine, 
Number ten. Be teetotal, then." 



By yourself drinking, you tempt others. 



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Cat and Kittens, 

Old cat and kittens, how do you do ? 

Your sleek coats are as soft as silk. 
You are fond of fun, do you ever get blue? 

Has the kitten got gin in her milk ? 

Old cat, do you creep to the shelf, 
Where the pans are filled to the brim, 

And take a cool drop for yourself, 
And another for frisky " Tim " ? 

I think, Mrs. Cat, you are to blame ; 

If you tincture your milk with gin, 
The kittens will take some of the same, 

And imbibe with their drink the sin. 



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Onward and Upward. 

The ancient days of chivalry are past, 

So long renowned in song and story, 
Their glories chanted and their praises sung 

By many a wandering bard and poet hoary, 
Whose wild and ever-changing measure told 

Of quivering lance and prancing steed, 
Of knightly combat and of gleaming mail, 

Of gorgeous pageantry and valorous deed. 

And listening to his story in the hush 

Of eve, how many an aged pulse beat high, 
And youthful cheeks were tinged with Hope's fair fiusi 

As youthful hearts resolved to " Do, or Die 1" 
And they who conquered, what was their reward ? 

Was it for sparkling gems of gold 
They perilled life, and both the young and brave 

Were lying 'neath the willow, motion' ess and cold ? 

Twas for a name, an empty song of praise, 

A laurel wreath, that faded ere the sun 
Came o'er the hills, and gilded with his rays 

The scene — now still — where victory was won. 
But now we sing a higher, nobler theme 

Than tales of chivalry in by- gone days ; 
For this shall minstrels strike their richest chcjds, 

And poets breathe their softest, sweetest lays. 

The strife is on the Temperance battle-field, 

There right shall be the bloodless sword, 
Truth an impenetrable shield, 

And for a motto, " Onward " is /he word. 
Onward and Upward" let the echoes ring 

O'er valley green or barren hill. 
Through crowded cities, with their dust and din, 

" Onward and Upward " is the watchword still, 
Till Drink, the tyrant, from his throne be hurled, 

And white-robed Temperance rule o'er all the world. 



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Blindfold. 

Ralph was flying around the room blindfold. '' Here 
you are, thick as blackberries, and I can't get one of you ! 
There ! " he cried, at length, holding on to a broad sash, 
and giving a pull to some long, brown braids — " Rosa 
Edmonds !" "Wrong ! try again ! " And Fanny Lee was 
caught ; a gold locket betrayed her, for Ralph had a liking 
for Fanny, and knew something about the locket. But 
he pretended the curls told him who she was. 



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It's very well to go blindfolded in a play- room half an 
hour, but some people don't stop at this. They blindfold 
themselves, and go out into the world. They jostle and 
run against other people, and then say, " Oh ! I didn't 
see ! " One blindfolds himself, and goes into a saloon to 
make money. He runs against hundreds of families, and 
breaks up hundreds of homes; but he can't see it. An- 
other blindfolds himself and drinks. At first he can 
scarcely guide the cup to his lips, but it soon becomes 
easy. He is not catching others in this game, but gets 
caught himself. He was blindfolded a little too long. 
Let us all go through the world with eyes wide open. 

J. P. B. 

Don't Begin. 

If you would not be a swearer, 

Don't begin ; 
In the first low-uttered oath 

Lies the sin ! 
If you would not be a drunkard, 

Don't begin ; 
In the first glass lies your danger — 

Don't begin ! 



Drink! Think! 

Drink, drink, drink ! But think, think, think ! 

The sparkling wine-cup drain : God taketh note of thee : 

Drink, drink, drink ! Oh ! think, think, think ! 

Then fill the bowl again. What will the record be? 

The flowing goblet quaff, What of the future state ? 

At the old man's warning laugh ; Do joys or woes await 

And bid dull care begone from thee Thy soul when death shall bid thee come 

In songs of mirth and revelry. To hear thy everlasting doom ? 



It is no palliation of the traffic in rum that no man is 
destroyed maliciously, or with any direct intent to kill ; for 
the certainty of evil is as great as if waters were poisoned 
which some persons would surely drink. 



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Jug-or-Xot. 



The above cut is taken from a book recently published 
by the National Temperance Society, and written by Mrs. 
J. McNair Wright, in which is discussed the question 
whether you will give up the jug or not. 

It treats of the physical and moral effects of intempe- 
rance, and is one of the best temperance tales ever pub- 
lished. The book should be in every family and Sabbath- 
school library. 



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The Youthful Advocate, 

BY UNCLE POTTER. 
(for DECLAMATION.) 

I AM but a little teetotal man, 

And cannot do much, but I do what I can 

To promote the temperance cause. 
I never drink ale, or any such thing 
As brandy or rum, wine, whiskey, or gin — 

Man's curse, and the cause of his woes. 

I drink cold water, so clear and so sweet : 

It quenches my thirst, gives health to my cheek, 

And brings neither sorrows nor woes. 
It comes from above, so bright and so free ; 
In dewdrops, it shines like pearls from the sea ; 

And in streams of abundance it flows. 

Enriching the soil, it supplies us with bread, 
Gives life to the flowers in the green, giassy mead, 

And meets us where'er we may rove. 
The beautiful birds, in the midst of their song, 
Stop and drink from the brook, as it murmurs along 

Through brake and through woodland and grove. 

Would 30U sing, like the birds, with sweetness and power, 
Or, blooming in beauty, outrival the flower, 

With cheeks fresh and health)- as mine? 
Make water your drink, and unite heart and hand 
To rescue and save every child in the land, 

And the pledge of true temperance sign. 

Health. —If we wish for clear minds, strong muscles, 
and quiet nerves, we should avoid all intoxicating drinks. 
Water, and milk, and plain, nutritious food, useful labor 
during reasonable hours, and quiet rest at night, secure to 
persons of healthy constitutions and upright conduct long 
life and happiness, prosperity and peace. 



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The Happy Family, 

The quiet beauty of the rural scene presented in this 
picture is not without its lesson of peace and good-will. 
The doves perched upon the roof and fluttering in the 
wind ; the domestic fowls on such friendly terms with the 
occupants of the house, they seem to belong to the family; 
and even the rabbits forget their timid impulses, and romp 
about at the feet of those who feed them. The pleasant 
faces of the young folks show plainly that they are not 



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guilty of cruelty to animals. Were they inflamed with 
rum, every living creature would shun them. That for- 
ward young rooster, without the fear of future pot-pies, 
opens his bill, and says, u I am a teetotal chanticleer! " 
" Water for me and you, cock-a-doodle-do ! " " Chickens 
have rights here : their grain is not spoiled in the distil- 
lery ! We're teetotalers here, here, here ! " 



Lost or Stolen, 



THROUGH the agency of villains, under the disguise of 
friends, the undersigned has lost within the past few 
years the following items of property, viz. : 

An unencumbered- estate ; 

A vigorous constitution ; 

A fair moral character; 

A good standing in society ; 

An active, healthful conscience. 

Also at the same time, or soon after, the affection of a 
wife, of children and friends. 

The miscreants who have thus robbed me are members 
of one family. Their names are |y Rum, Gin, Brandy, 
Wine, and ALE.^jgJ Another base fellow, a recent emi- 
grant from Germany, named Lager, it is supposed had a 
hand in the robbery, as he is much in the company of the 
above-named brotherhood of thieves, and appears to be 
of kindred character. The villains are still lurking in 
this city. Whoever will apprehend them and bring the 
culprits to justice shall receive the thanks of the under- 
signed and a cup of cold water. 



Why is a whiskey shop like a college ? 
Because it needs a class of freshmen to replace every 
class that graduates. 



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17? 



T7te Drunkard's Voyage of Life. 

BY EDWARD CARSWELL. 




Preparing for Sea. or Getting Under 
Way. 





Going on a Lee Shore. 







Shipping a Sea (ovt the Bow). 



In a Squall. 



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Breakers Ahead. 



Fast on a Rock. 





Hauled Off and in Tow. 



In the Dry Dock. 



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Anchored. 



Lying: to in a Fog. 



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Overhauled and New Rigged. Making for the Right Harbor at 

Last. 



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A Toast to be Drunk in Pure Water, 

To the memory of the man 

Who owned the farm 

That raised the corn 

That fed the goose 

That bore the quill 

That wrote the Pledge of Total Abstinence. 




License or No License. 



Vote yes ! and the lava-tide of death 
Over cottage, hall, and bower 

Shall roll its dark, blood-crested wave 
While madness rules the hour. 

Vote no ! and the white-winged angel, 
Pe'ice, 
Shall dwell in the drunkard's home ; 
And beams of temperance, truth, and 
light 
Dispel the withering gloom. 

Vote yes ! and the carc-v/orn heart 
will break, 
The pale lip hush its prayer ; 
The wretched drunkard downward 
haste 
To realms of dark despair. 



Vote no ! and the mother's heart will 
leap, 

The sister's eye be dry, 
The poor inebriate clasp his hands, 

And raise his voice on high. 

Oh ! then, by the life which God hath 
given, 
By your powers to curse or bless, 
By your fears of hell and your hope of 
heaven, 
Let not your vote be yes. 

By the cherished heart's bitter wrong, 
By the spirit's deathless woe— 

In the name of God and the name of 
man, 
Let every vote be no. 



Up, up, for the heavens still circle o'er us, 
There's worth to win, and there's work to do 

There's a sky above, and a grave before us, 
And, brothers, beyond them all is true. 







Nothing short of abstinence will reclaim the drunkard. 



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The Way She Cured Him. 

"What brings you here, Mary?" said Truesdall to his 
wife, as she entered the liquor-shop. 

" It is very lonesome at home, and your business seldom 
allows you to be there," replied the meek but resolute 
wife. "To me, there is no company like yours, and, as 
you cannot come to me, I must come to you. I have a 
right to share your pleasures as well as your sorrows." 

" But to come to such a place as this !" expostulated 
Tom. 

" No place can be improper where my husband is," said 
poor Mary. "Whom God hath joined together, let no 
man put asunder." 

She took up the glass of spirits which the shopkeeper 
had just poured out for her husband. 

" Surely you are not going to drink that ?" said Tom, in 
huge astonishment. 

"Why not? You say that you drink to forget sorrow. 
and surely I have sorrows to forget." 

"Woman ! woman ! you are not going to give that stuff 
to the children !" cried Torn, as she was passing the glass 
of liquor to them. 

" Why not? Can children have a better example than 
their father's? Is not what is good for him good for 
them also? It will put them to sleep, and they will for- 
get they are cold and hungry. Drink, my children ; this 
is fire, and bed, and food, and clothing. Drink; you see 
how much good it does your father." 

With seeming reluctance,. Mary suffered her husband to 
lead her home, and that night he prayed long and fer- 
vently that God would help him to break an evil habit 
and keep a newly-formed but firm resolution. 

His reformation was thorough, and Mrs. Truesdall is 
now one of the happiest of women, and remembers with 
a melancholy pleasure her first and last visit to the dram- 
shop. 



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Moderation. 

"Well, Tom," said an employer to one of his men, 
'' how many glasses of whiskey do you take in the day ?" 
"Not a drop, master, I assure you, bid what is necessary for 
my health." "How much do you suppose necessary for 
health, Tom ?" " Why, master, as soon as I rise I take 
my morning, between that and breakfast I take a facer, 
immediately before breakfast I take an appetizer, and 
shortly after a digester. As it draws near twelve o'clock, 
I take another facer, or perhaps two, and at twelve pre- 
cisely I take my meridian; between that and dinner I 
take a facer and an appetizer, and after dinner a digester or 
two ; between that and the time I leave off work I take a 
couple of facers, and when done work, one right good 
glass made into punch to prevent taking cold ; and, Iassure 
you, master, I don't taste one drop from that until morn- 
ing." Tom was a moderate drinker in his own estimation. 



Old Nick, Outdone. 

The devil, as Milton represented, 

Gunpowder long ago invented ; 

But genius always finds its level, 

And man, of course, has beaten the devil. 

The wight who alcohol found out 
Surpassed the fiend, beyond a doubt ; 
He, therefore, merits more renown, 
And ought to wear a hotter crown. 

Dr. Fessenden. 



Tobacco. 

Here are six reasons why you should not use it : 
i. It will injure your health. 

2. It will injure your mind. 

3. It will waste your property. 

4. It is a filthy and offensive habit. 

5. It is a poison, creating an immoderate thirst, and may lead 
to drunkenness. 

6. It may ruin your soul for ever. 



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Awake the Glad Young Year! 

Ring, happy bells, ring loud and clear, 
And wake with joy the glad young year. 

Ring out the reign of desolation, 
Ring in the age of abstinence ; 
Ring the drunken demon hence 

Ring glad tidings through the nation. 



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Ring, joyful bells, ring fast and long. 
Awake, young year: a cheerful song, 

From the white world to heaven ascending, 
Fills with sweet sounds the atmosphere — 
A song of welcome to the year, 

With prophecy and promise blending. 

Ring, temperance bells, ring near and far, 
Ring merrily — the morning star 

Above the bright young year is beaming. 
Ring in the " good time coming" near, 
Ring in the best and happiest year 

Here, where the Stars and Stripes are streaming. 



Heasons why Children and Youth should Sign the 
Pledge, 

i. It will lead them to- enquire what ardent spirit, beer, 
and wine-drinking does. 

2. It will lead them to resolve that theirs shall not be 
the drunkard's end. 

3. It will teach them their moral and free agency, and 
that they are to be actors for themselves in future life. 

4. It will cause them to feel, as they never have felt be- 
fore, their own responsibility. 

5. It will give them a new and permanent interest in the 
temperance cause. 

6. It will preserve them most effectually from the entice- 
ments of the wine-cup. 

7. It will prevent them being urged to drink by others. 

8. It will make them good examnles for others. 

9. It will bring them out and embody them as a tempe- 
rance army — a Band of Hope. 

10. It will make them active and bold to gather in 
others, and extend the cause. 



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Bloxving Bubbles, 

These bubbles are blown for the entertainment of the 
baby, and the amusement of the other little folks engaged 
in the pleasant pastime. To the philosopher, the bubbles 
have a meaning in which he reads lessons of life. There 
is a bubble coming from the sweet drop of wine at the 
bottom of the glass ; it expands and floats before the 
child when older grown, and he grasps at it because 
"moderation" is written upon its transparent walls. 
Bubble follows bubble, each one bearing a tempting name, 



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and each one leading astray the feet which follow it. There 
is a story of a young man following a painted bubble up 
the side of a volcano. On, on, he sped in pursuit of the 
bubble — higher and higher still, and still higher, never 
heedine the thin crust which cracked under his feet. 
Just as he grasped the cheat, it turned to dust in his 
hands, and he tumbled headlong into the boiling crater. 
How many pursue the bubble of habit, hurried on by 
appetite and passion, until they stumble into the yawning 
gulf from which there can be no resuscitation? 



Seed-time. 



You say your long, hard toil has been in vain : 
You fear the seed you've sown, as golden grain 

Will never wave ; 
Will never ripple in the sunshine's glow ; 
Will never glisten as the raindrops flow, 

The thirsty earth to lave. 

Work patiently ! 'Tis yours to sow the seeds 

Of truth, broadcast ; uprooting thorns and weeds, 

Wherever found ; 
By stream-side fertile or on rocky steep, 
Although it may not be for you to reap, 

The harvest shall abound. 

Press on, desponding brother ! faint and weary 
Though you be — and dark the path and dreary 

O'er rugged ways : 
A rich reward for all you'll find at last, 
As bread is found upon the waters cast, 

Though after many days. 



It is not enough that you are praised by the good : you 
have failed somewhere in your duty if you are not cursed 
by the bad. 



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Out in the Storm. 

Out in the snow-storm — Ruth and her father ; but how 
carefully he leads her as she clings to his strong arm. 
Children, have you a kind and loving father? Only a 
very little while ago. a little girl trembled just because 
she saw her father coming home at night. You run out 
to meet your father, and get a toss and kiss of welcome; 
but when poor Frances saw her father coming, she 
watched him a moment, and then slipped out of a back- 



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door, an- ran as fast as she could another way. It was 
almost dark, but she ran on until, tired and exhausted, 
she sank down and fell asleep. And she never woke 
again in this world. While her father, who should have 
cherished the motherless child, slept on the floor of his 
wretched home, the train of cars rushed by the house, on 
and on, right over the spot where little Frances lay. And 
there the next morning her father found all that was left 
of his little girl who had been "out in the storm " for the 
last time. The bad habit which had run over her father, 
and crushed the manhood out of him, was more cruel than 
the engine that could not stop for a sleeping child. 

J. P. B. 



An Acrostic on the Word Distillery. 

D RINK naught that's made within my walls ; list to my warning voice. 
| deal in strongest poisons here, just watered to men's choice. 
S ave all your money, laboring-men, and then you'll wisely see 
'T were better far to burn it all than take strong drink from me ! 
| and my masters are the cause of every drunkard's woe ; 
L eave off this dangerous trifling, then which hurts your body so. 
L ook all around, and see the ills which spots like me have wrought; 
E verywhere see my handiwork— give that your deepest thought. 
R esolve without delay, and then if from my path you look, 
Y ou'll live to bless the very day that my advice you took. 



Beware of the Serpent. 

Wine "giveth its color 

Aright " in the cup ; 
But what will you do 

When the serpent springs up— 

When the "adder" which lies 
Surely coiled up below 

Strikes, to prove 'neath the wine 
Hides your deadliest foe ? 



3MORE are drowned in the wine-cup than in the depths 
Of old ocean. 



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"Come Home, Mother," 

The " Home " was once bright, cheerful, and happy. But 
the demon entered, and the mother, once so kind and 
gentle and loving, yielded to the seductive influence of 
the drink, and became a regular frequenter of the public- 
house. Little Lucy would often go to the saloon, implor- 



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ing her to " come home " to the little ones who so much 
needed her care. The home was a wretched one, made so 




Waiting for Mother. 

by the wine-cup, and no wonder that by-and-by the little 
ones died from want and neglect. Soon it came little 
Lucy's turn to be going home to her eternal rest. She 



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had been a regular attendant upon Sabbath-school, and 
there had found her Saviour, who had forgiven all her 




Going Some, 



sins, adopted her into his fold, and was ready to welcome 
her to his " Home " in heaven. Her peaceful, happy 



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death, and her earnest pleading to her mother to "come 
home " to the heavenly fold, were heeded by her mother, 
and she turned from her cup, forsook her evil ways and 
associates, and started on the heavenly road. 

" Our faces are turned homeward" said the mother, one 
day, when speaking tearfully, but with gladness, of her 
little Lucy. "Thank God ! who gives us grace to press 
forward. Ah ! when I first began to turn into the right 
way, I often felt sorely tempted to indulge just a little in 
that which had worked such ruin among us ; but, if I had 
done so, I should have fallen as low as ever again. ' Touch 
not, taste not, handle not,' the Bible says. I was enabled 
to resist ; and through God's blessing upon the dying 
words of my child, I have been called to look up in times 
of temptation ; for I have seemed to hear an angel-voice 
saying, ' Come home, mother ! ' " 



Communion Wine, 

The question of " What wine shall we use at the Lord's 
Supper? " is attracting increased attention and discussion. 
A large number of churches have discontinued the use of 
fermented, or "alcoholic," wine and substituted the pure 
unfermented juice of the grape. If the public dram-shop 
and private decanter arc sources of temptation, then the 
intoxicating cup on the Lord's table will also be liable to 
lead into temptation. There are two distinct kinds of 
wine mentioned in the Bible, fermented and unfermented. 
The one the "cup of the Lord," the other the "cup of 
devils." The one the symbol of mercy, the other the 
symbol of wrath. The one the emblem of salvation, the 
other the emblem of damnation. The " mocker," which 
" at last bites like a serpent, and stings like an adder," is 
not the "cup" which is drunk anew in the "Father's 
kingdom." 




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A Sappy New Year I 

We wipe away the starting tear, 
And hail with joy the new-born year : 
We ring the bells in all our spires. 
We crown the hills with beacon -fires. 

The blithe young year 
To the vacated throne aspires. 



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We deck our altars with the sheen 
Of gifts which glow in foliage green, 
And in the church, on bended knees, 
We think of richer gifts than these. 

In foliage green, 
Sweet temperance and smiling peace. 

O happy, happy, happy year ! 
Accept our humble song of cheer 
We toast in water, not in wine, 
The joyful days of Sixty-nine ! 

Not with the wine 
The joyful days of Sixty-nine. 

G. W. B. 



The Coming Day. 

Wait, abstainers, every year 
Vindicates our glorious plan, 

Time rewards each pioneer 
That clears a higher path for man. 

Faster, faster, true men gather 
Round our standard all unfurled, 

Youthful son and hoary father 
Now to bear it round the world. 



The manager of a theatre in St. Louis offered a silver cup 
to any person who would make the best conundrum on the 
occasion of the presentation of the cup. The following won it : 

" Why is the manager of this house like a liquor-seller ? Be- 
cause he presents the cup which brings many to the pit, while 
those above are in tiersP 






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193 




The Young Teetotaler. 

The young teetotaler is known by his happy face, indicative 
of good health and good nature. When thirsty, he dips his 
pitcher into the running brook, and on his knees he gratefully 
drinks the beverage which alone can quench his thirst. This 
beverage comes to us in showers — unwinds in streams like rib- 
bons of silver in the sun — expands in lakes like molten mirrors 
at our feet. 

We have no showers of wine, no brooks of gin, no rivers of 
rum, no lakes of lager. Water satisfies the flowers, the birds, 
and the beasts ; why should not man be satisfied with the beve- 
rage which is so abundant and so refreshing ? 

May other lads copy the example of this one who drinks 
Adam's ale. Here is a toast for them : May they add their 
names to the pledge, subtract their beverage from the fountain, 
multiply converts to the cause of temperance, divide their time 
in the society of the virtuous, reduce drunkenness to its lowest 
denomination, and never break the golden rule. 



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Help One Another. 

A POOR lame boy was walking along one of the muddy and 
filthy streets of the city, trying to find a suitable place to cross. 
The heavy rains had fallen and the streets were very deep with 
mud and water. 

While waiting, another lad saw him and cried out, " Stop, 
stop! Fll carry you over!" In a moment he gently took the 
little cripple in his arms, and carried him over to the other side 
of the street. In doing it he got wet and muddy ; but he did not 
mind that, for he felt amply repaid by the inward reward which 
his heart gave him. The lame boy smiled gratefully and thanked 
him kindly. How many tempted ones there are in your path 
you can carry over to the solid ground of total abstinence, if you 
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them over the difficult highways of temptation to the ways of 
pleasantness and paths of peace ! He that " giveth a cup of cold 
water only " shall in no wise lose his reward. 



JTliat is Moderate Drinking? 

It is the doctor's easy-chair, lined with yellow, white, and 
brown, in which all the patients feel quite happy. It is the 
light-lingered gentleman who intends to feel every corner of the 
drawer and the very bottom of the purse. It is a beautiful 
serpent, whose fangs and deadly venom are concealed in the 
dazzling of its coils. It is a ship on a troubled sea, without an 
anchor, or rudder, or compass. It is the landlord's bird-lime, 
by which he secures his victims and shuts them up in his cage. 
It is a delightful avenue, lined with beautiful flowers, rilled with 
melodious sounds, but leading to the caverns of the dead. 



The Children's Pledge, 

This little band do with our hand 

The pledge now sign to drink no wine ; 

Nor brandy red, to turn our head ; 

Nor crazy gin, to tempt to sin ; 

Nor whisky hot, that makes the sot ; 

Nor ale nor beer, to make us queer ; 

Nor fiery rum, to turn our home 

Into a hell, where none could dwell, 

Where peace would fly, where hope would die 

And love expire, 'mid such a fire ; 

.So here we bid perpetual hate 

To all that can intoxicate. 

O Lord ! may thine own strength be given, 

And grant that we may meet in heaven. 



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Signing the Pledge. 

A school-teacher, at the close of an examination, pre- 
sented a card to each scholar to sign, upon which was the pledge 
of total abstinence. While the boys were deliberating whether 



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to sign or not, old John Wilkins, a reformed drunkard, came 
unexpectedly into the room. 

" Boys," said he, extending his quivering hand, " do any of 
you stop about signing that pledge ? I came here to see your 
teacher once more, and I heard out there what you said. If 
you feel now that you can't give up the accursed stuffs — the 
rum and the wine, and cider as well, with tobacco — why, then, 
now look at me, and see what you'll come to one day. I have 
been a mean, willful slave to all of them, and should have died a 
fool or a crazy man, if it hadn't been for what I promised when 
my poor boy died this summer. I'm now miserable old John 
Wilkins, good for nothing to myself or any body else. My 
strength is all gone, so that I can hardly feed myself; and I'm 
the most to be pitied of any body there is around here. What's 
done it all ? This drinking and smoking ! 

" Do you want to grow up just such curses to your folks, as 
these things will surely make you ? 

" Why, what do you suppose it would have been worth to me, 
when I was a boy like you here, if somebody had come along 
with one of these pledges, and I had signed and then kept it ? 
It would have made me a man with a thriving farm, a plenty of 
money in the bank that I could have educated my children 
with, and kept my poor, abused wife something as respectable 
folks keep their wives." 

The whole of this interesting story will be found in The 
Red Bridge, a Sunday-school temperance book, published by 
the National Temperance Society. 



The Best Medicine. — Good, wholesome food, and tempe- 
rance, with pure, cold water to drink and bathe in, with fresh 
air, plenty of exercise, and a clear conscience, are said to do 
more to restore or preserve health and prolong life than all the 
doctors and medicine in the universe. 



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Opposition to Water, 

Here is a clear case of opposition to cold water. Our little 
hero can not be coaxed by his good mother into the use of water 
as a bath. When he grows older, he may join with those who 
reject it as a beverage, on the ground that since the flood it has 
a flavor of sinners. No one should complain of his objection to 



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the bowl were its contents of an intoxicating character. But 
our undressed and unkempt little opponent of the use of water 
objects to the bowl on the only ground that should commend it 
— because it is filled with water. Unless his mother educates 
him carefully, he may grow up with such a dislike of aqua pura 
as to oppose sprinkling and pouring and dipping. On the other 
hand, if she governs him now that he can not govern himself, she 
may open his mind as well as the pores of the skin, and he 
may grow up like the water-lily, sweet and clean, filling his 
sphere with the odor of a good example. 



Reasons for Signing the Pledge. 

1. As a check to the desire of intoxicating liquors. 

2. As a protection against temptation from friends. 

3. As an answer to opposition from enemies. 

4. As a preservative to the drunkard. 

5. As a bond of union between the members of the society. 

6. As a public testimony against drunkenness. 

7. As an encouragement to the inebriate. 

8. As an example to all. 

Paul, if on earth, would doubtless join the great temperance move- 
ment, since even from meat he pledged himself to abstain, if the cause 
of evil : " Wherefore, if meat make my brother to offend, I will eat no 
flesh while the world standeth, lest I make my brother to offend." 
-(1 Cor. 8 : 13.) 



" Tell me," said a gentleman to a poor drunkard, when urg- 
ing him to give up the intoxicating cup, "where it was you 
took your first step in this intemperate course." 

"At my father's table," replied the unhappy young man. 
"Before I left home to become a clerk, I had learned to love 
the drink that has ruined me. The first drop I ever tasted was 
handed me by my now-broken-hearted mother." 



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Our Parish. 

In a little book published by the National Temperance So- 
ciety, entitled Our Parish, we have an interesting tempe- 
rance story for the children, which should be placed in every 



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family and Sunday-school in the land. The evils resulting from 
intemperance and the " still " are clearly described, and the 
''brighter day" vividly portrayed which dawned upon it when 
its inhabitants were pledged to total abstinence. The story of 
the " Haymakers' Lunch " under the grand old trees, when the 
children were permitted to carry it to their grandfather, will be 
read with interest by all. After the lunch, the pure, sweet, 
never-failing spring supplied the beverage which God him- 
self had given to quench their thirst and strengthen them for 
the remaining labors of the day. 



TjOoJc STot upon the Wine ! 

BY EDWARD A. NIVEN. 

Would you purchase joy and health, 

Look not upon the wine ; 
Would you tread the way to wealth, 

Look not upon the wine. 
Would you rise to honor's height, 
Like an eagle in his flight, 
Stand and battle for the right, 
Be the foremost in the fight — 

Bless the cause and save the shrine ." 

Would you virtue's plaudits gain, 

Look not upon the wine ; 
Would you love's sweet joys retain, 

Look not upon the wine. 
Health and honor would you share, 
Passing on with lightest care, 
Shun the tempter's treacherous snare, 
Stand erect, and do and dare — 

Bless the cause and save the shrine I 



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V modern Adonis went up to the pond, 
To witness the feats of a sweet little blonde. 

With her balmoral tucked up tidy and nice, 
She was poised like a graceful bird on the wing, 
And she was indeed the most beautiful thing 
That floated in air over ice ! 



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Adonis caught cold, and he died of a cough, 

And he went tw diat place where the Croton's cut off, 

For he drank, and his morals were not overnice ; 
He went to that place where no ponds overflow, 
But he could not go to that climate, you know, 
With skates on over the ice. 

George W. Bungay. 



A Tluclty Temperance Man, 

Twenty years ago, a young man went to Washington with a 
petition to Congress from the people of old Massachusetts. 
While in that city, he was invited to dine with the celebrated 
John Quincy Adams. 

Many great men sat at the table. The young man had been 
poor, and was then only a mechanic in moderate circumstances. 
During dinner. Mr. Adams said to him: 

" Will you drink a glass of wine with me, sir ?" 

The young man was a temperance man. But the eyes of 
many greater than himself were upon him. They were all wine- 
drinkers, and it was no small matter to decline such a request 
from his venerable host. No wonder the young man was em- 
barrassed, that he blushed and hesitated. It was a critical 
moment for him. But he was a true man. He had real man- 
hood, and he stammered : 

"Sir, I never take wine." 

Nobly said, young man ! Massachusetts heard that answer, 
and understood it. She saw in Henry Wilson a man who 
could be trusted, and she made him one of her senators. To- 
day, as for several years past, he has been known as Senator 
Wilson ! God bless him ! May our readers follow his exam- 
ple, and, however and by whomsoever tempted, stick to their 
principles. 



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" Susie dear, pa wants me to take the bottle to the grocery 
and get some rum, and I am a temperance girl and don't want 
to go ; what shall I do ?" 

" O Jenny ! we must obey our parents ; and yet, something 
tells me you ought not to do wrong. Let us both go and ask him 
if he will not excuse you." 

" O Susie ! I am afraid he will whip me and scold you. He 
is a real good pa when he does not drink, and I would rather die 
than offend him ; and yet I feel as though I couldn't get the 



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Just then the father in the distance, who had overheard the 
conversation and was deeply affected, said, with a choking 
voice : " My precious darlings, you need not get the rum ; your 
poor father has made up his mind never to drink any more rum, 
and he is sorry that he ever caused you a moment's pain by 
asking you to buy the poison." Thus these brave and conscien- 
tious girls saved their father and their allegiance to the pledge. 



Responsibility. 

A young man in Virginia had become sadly intemperate. 
He was a man of great capacity, fascination, and power, but he 
had a passion for brandy which nothing could control. Often 
in his walks a friend remonstrated with him, but in vain ; as 
often in turn would he urge his friend to take the social glass in 
vain. On one occasion the latter agreed to yield to him, and as 
they walked up to the bar together the bar-keeper said : 

" Gentlemen, what will you have ?" 

" Wine, sir," was the reply. 

The glasses were filled, and the friends stood ready to pledge 
each other in renewed and eternal friendship, when he paused 
and said to his intemperate friend : 

" Now, if I drink this glass and become a drunkard, will you 
take the responsibility ?" 

The drunkard looked at him with severity, and said : 

" Set down that glass !" It was set down, and the two walked 
away without saying a woi'd. 

Oh ! the drunkard knows the awful consequences of the first 
glass. Even in his own madness for liquor he is not willing to 
assume the responsibility of another's becoming a drunkard. 

What if the question were put to every dealer, as he asks for 
his license and pays his money, " Are you willing to assume the 
responsibility ?" How many would say, if the love of gain and 
money did not rule, " Take back the license " ! 



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Cold Water. 

You may boast of your brandy and wine as you please, 

Gin, cider, and all the rest ; 
Cold water transcends them in all the degrees ; 

It is good — it is better — 'tis best. 

It is good to warm you when you are cold ; 

Good to cool you when you are hot ; 
It is good for the young — it is good for the old, 

Whatever their outward lot. 

It is better than brandy to quicken the blood ; 
It is better than gin diabolic • 



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It is better than wine for the generous mood 
Than whisky or rum for a frolic. 

'Tis the best of all drinks for quenching your thirst 
'Twill revive you for work or for play ; 

In sickness or health 'tis the best and the first ; 
Oh ! try it ; you'll find it will pay. 



Moderation in Intoxicating Liquors, 

i. It is the A B C of drinking, and the picture-book, 
tempting the young and thoughtless to learn the lessons of in- 
temperance. 

2. It is the starting-point to the workhouse, the prison, and 
the gallows. 

3. It is an inclined plane of rapid descent, slippery as glass, 
from which the ranks of the sixty thousand drunkards are annu- 
ally filled. 

4. It is a beautiful serpent whose fangs and deadly venom are 
concealed by the dazzling of its coils. 

5. It is a ship on a troubled sea, without anchor, rudder, or 
compass. 

6. It is the great deceiver of the nations, promising long life, 
yet destroying annually more than war, famine, fire, or pesti- 
lence. 



We Shall Triumph I 

Shall a people that fetter the lightning's wing 

Not triumph o'er the wine-cup's sting ? 

Shall a race so famed on many a hill 

Not triumph o'er the vat and the still ? 

No ; the traffic shall yet be the wide world's scorn, 

The battle shall yet to the gate be borne, 

Nor yield in the presence of Columbia's curse 

One foot to the greed of the vender's purse. 



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Rescue of Clarence Vane. 



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The Temperance Doctor. 

" Liberty and moderation : 

Watchwords of the olden time, 
When the bards of every nation 

Sang the praise of sparkling wine. 
1 Liberty !' the mocking cry. 
' Liberty to drink and die !' " 

" The new book entitled The Temfteraiice Doctor, lately 
published by the National Temperance Society, is one of the 
most interesting and instructive volumes of the season. It 
gives an account of the rescue of Clarence Vane from dying, 
and the efforts made to bring him back to life. His sister 
thought him dead, and bent over him, weeping and sobbing. 
Just then a man entered the room, bearing a glass of dark 
liquid. " Here is something that will put you on your feet 
again," he said, as he raised the boy's head from the pillow. 

" What is it ?" asked Eugenie Vane. 

" Brandy and water," was the reply. 

" Then he must not drink it," she said in an excited tone. 

" Why not ?" was asked. 

" Because he must not," she repeated, still more emphatically. 

" To be sure, Clarence will drink it," said the gentleman, who 
had met the sister at the door. " Dr. Walton has ordered it." 
Taking the glass in his own hands, he held it to the lips of 
Clarence Vane. 

An instant more, and the glass was dashed to the floor. 

" He shall not drink it ; he had better die," said the girl. 

" Hush, Genie !" said he sternly. " Clarence needs a stimu- 
lant, and brandy is the best thing in the world for him." 

" It is the worst thing in the world for him, Uncle Ran- 
dolph. Mother wouldn't let him drink it." 

" Mother !" said the boy. 

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" Drinking brandy, Clarence !" she exclaimed, the blood 
rushing to her face, and her whole manner revealing her horror 
of such an act. 

" Not a drop," said Eugenie, without waiting for her brother's 
reply. " I broke the glass, and he did not taste it." 

" Thank God !" exclaimed the mother fervently, while the 
bystanders looked the astonishment they dared not speak. 

Why the sister broke the glass and the mother thanked God, 
is clearly and plainly shown in the remainder of the book. It 
is one which should be read by every friend of temperance. 



(i The Teetotalers Confess their Failure." 

They make no such confession. On the contrary, they de- 
clare their success. Fifty years ago, and there were no pledged 
teetotalers ; now there are millions. The " coming man " has 
come. There are millions in the Sons of Temperance, Good 
Templars, Templars of Honor, and other similar organizations, 
who drink no wine or strong drink. Among the churches and 
children, and in the community, other millions practice total 
abstinence. New recruits are added daily. Each new one 
thinks the cause a "failure" until the time when he "joined" 
the ranks, when, in fact, the "failure " had been all on his side 
up to that time. But the cause moves steadily on. Half a 
century of earnest, faithful work has not been in vain. The 
movement stands on a stronger foundation than ever before, 
and is rapidly advancing toward the final triumph. Instead of 
being a " failure," it has been one successive series of triumphs. 



"Why do you bother your head so much about this tee- 
total ?" say my friends sometimes. " Simply because others 
bother their heads so little," is my reply. " If all did their 
share, I might have rested long since." 



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Purchasing Freedom. 

L Donald's father not only spent all his earnings at the rum- 
shop, but ran up a bill for drink, which he agreed with the 



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saloon-keeper Donald should work out. Donald hated the 
rum-shop, because it had ruined his once noble father. He 
loved his school, and his heart revolted at the idea of leaving it, 
especially to go behind the bar to sell liquor to pay his father's 
liquor debts. In his perplexity and trouble, a kind-hearted man 
offered him the money to pay the debt ; but he refused to take 
it, unless he would let him work and earn enough to repay it. 
The arrangement was made, and you see Donald tendering the 
money to the astonished landlord, who had no idea Donald 
could pay the money, but expected to have him for a bar-tender. 
The money was paid, however, and Donald worked for his kind 
friend many long weeks, bearing his cross meekly but nobly, 
until the whole was paid. He was always kind to his father 
even when a miserable drunkard, though it was a cross hard to 
bear. A life of abstinence, integrity, and honesty brought its 
sure reward. 



Ham-Selling brings Sorrow. 

A tavern-keeper in Rensselaer county had abandoned the 
traffic in alcohol after having been several years engaged in it. 
Whenever the subject of his selling liquor was referred to, he 
was observed to fee] deep regret and sorrow. A friend one day 
inquired the cause. " I will tell you," said he. And opening his 
account-book, he said : " Here are forty-four names of men who 
have all been my customers, most of them for years. Thirty- 
two of these men, to my certain knowledge, now lie in the 
drunkard's grave ; ten of the remaining twelve are now living, 
confirmed sots." These are the fruits of this dreadful and de- 
grading business ! 

There are thirty millions of bearing grape-vines in California, 
with a capacity of fifteen millions of gallons of wine and one mil- 
lion gallons of brandy. 




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The Evil Net. 

" Fill it up quick, Russ, and pass it out," whispered Dick 
Bryon to the shop-boy. " I can't come around in front, you 
know, for fear somebody might recognize me. There's your 



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money. If you want to have a jolly night of it, Russ, come 
around to the ' Jolly Punch-Bowl ' when you shut up here ; 
but fetch along a box of cigars, a pound or two of candies, rai- 
sins, nuts, or any thing that comes handy. They'll never 
be missed in such an establishment as this ; and you know 
those helped along amazingly you brought last time," he added 
in a little louder tone, with a knowing nod and wink. 

Poor Russel shrank back and glanced quickly around him. 
Alas ! he was in the net of the wicked. If he tried to escape, 
there was the dreaded exposure always staring him in the face. 
He must yield again and again, and what would the end be ? 

Dick watched his victim with an evil eye until he was sure 
of him, then chuckling softly to himself, he walked away with 
his heavy jug of liquor down to a dark corner, where a com- 
panion joined him. Then they made what haste they could to 
the low haunt, where a half-dozen other youths like-minded 
awaited their coming. 

The net closed in around him, and once in their power the 
road to ruin was all down- hill. Avoid the net, boys, and you 
are safe. 



That sparkling glass, if you partake, 
Will prove your deadly foe, 

And may, ere yet its bubbles break, 
Have sealed your endless woe. 

Then pause ere yet the cup you drain, 
The hand that lifts it stay : 

Resolve forever to abstain, 
And cast the bowl away. 



A Young Lady's Motto. — " The lips that touch liquor 
shall never touch mine." 

Syntax — The duty on distilled spirits. 



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Old Ben, 

Fanny hid behind her mother's skirts as Old Ben put his hand 
on their gate as if to come in. It was fastened on the inside, or 
her mother might have been afraid as well as Fanny ; for Ben was 
muttering and talking to himself in a way that showed her he 
would not be a very safe person to have about. Ben had just 
been fearfully angry. He had been in a store near by, and what 
do you think he was trying to pawn to get a little money ? The 
strangest thing in the worid for a man to carry to a store for 



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money : it was a little Maltese kitten. And yet it is a f; *t that he 
took it, and that he swore some fearful oaths when the merchant 
laughed in his face and then told him to leave the store. It was 
not a liquor-store. No ; he could no longer get anything there 
unless the silver, or copper or crumpled bit of paper money was 
ready in his shaking hand. He drew the kitten out from his vest- 
pocket, and shook it before Fanny's mother. 

" Got fifty cents fd me ? I'll give you this kitten. Your little 
gal there'll like it." 

" O mother !" whispered Fanny, " that's Zip — Jennie's Zip — his 
own Jennie's kitten ! I've seen her carry it often. Do get i' foj 
me ; I'll give it right to Jennie again." 

" I have no money to give for the kitten," said Fanny's 
mother, "but I will give you a bun and a nice cup of hot coffee, 
which will do you more good." 

" Better'n nothin 1 ," growled Ben, throwing the kitten towards 
Fanny, while she caught it up and followed her mothi r into the 
kitchen. 

Ben ate his bun and swallowed his coffee, and went muttering 
on his way. Fanny gave Zip a saucer of nice milk, which it ate 
as if it were a drunkard's cat, and, after a little, carried it tc 
Jennie, who was glad enough to get her only pet once more. 

"I'd keep it hid," said Fanny, "for some folks might want a 
kitten, if he tried to sell it to 'em, though we shouldn't if I hadn'f 
known it was yours." 

Poor Ben ! He was once a bright and manly boy. What had 
brought him to such a miserable state that he would sell his own 
little girl's pet for a drink of whiskey ? You can easily guess. 

Kruwjl. 



Square Word Puzzle. 



i. Used in making beer. ( M A L T 

2. A bitter plant. Answers . J A L ° E 

3. What topers always suffer. ' J L O S S 

4. A means of trial. (TEST 



A brewer having been drowned in one of his own vats, " Alas ! 
poor fellow," said Jekyll, "floating on his own watery bier J" 



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Uncle Peter's Saloon, 

They had a merry time of it at Uncle Peter's one Christmas 
night. The old saloon was trimmed up with boughs of spruce 
and cedar, and Uncle Peter's customers were jolly friends ; and 
he drank with them, as he often did with those who came in for a 
friendly glass. He was generally careful, however, to take no 
more than he could bear without the least danger to his good 
judgment, but to-night he did not heed the marks in his old- 
fashioned peg-tankard, but filled his cup as often as any, and 
drained it as dry every time. He had brought out at last a box 
of choice old wine to "round out the whole thing," as he said ; 
but at length, seeing it disappear a little too fast, he began to 



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grow suddenly cross ; and when Simon Blake called for a third 
glass, good old jolly Uncle Peter swore at him and ordered him 
out of the saloon. Simon stumbled out, but, braced up by the 
clear, cold air to a sense of his indignant treatment, he turned 
back, and, throwing open the door, began kicking the box until 
the bottles rang against each other and the wine streamed over 
the floor. Peter grew furious, and the change in the saloon in 
one short hour was marvellous to behold. A general fight fol- 
lowed. Simon's head was bruised by a sudden blow on the old 
stone curbing as he was pitched out by crazy men, and Peter's 
suffered little less by fist-blows. Not one of the "jolly company" 
look back to that Christmas night with joy, but not one of them 
has courage to kill the enemy that " crept into their mouths and 

stole away their brains." 

Kruna. 



Stand by the Temperance Ship. 

All hands on deck ! The sudden squall 
Lifts high the waters like a wall, 

In showers the angry spray is falling ; 
There is no danger to appal, 

Though deep unto the deep is calling. 
Stand by the Temperance Ship ! 

Stand by the ship in which you sail, 
Desert her not when blows the gale ; 

Boreas is a noisy railer. 
The blow that turns the coward pale 

Brings courage to the heroic sailor. 
Stand by the Temperance Ship ! 

Our ship, the good old Temperance Ship, 
Will ride the waves ; the storms may slip, 

Unleashed about her bulwarks roaring: 
The pilot has a sober grip 

Upon her wheel. I see her mooring ! 
Stand by the Temperance Ship ! 



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Ten Reasons against Intoxicating Drinks, 

The hands of one of the guests at the table are raised in pro- 
test against the use of the wine the obsequious waiter offers to 
him. Every finger of each hand is an index pointing toward 
abstinence and against intemperance. The ten fingers seem as 
positive as ten arguments against the drinking usages of society. 
Let us see if we can interpret their meaning. 

1st. Stimulating drinks are not needed at the table. Tea, 
coffee, milk, lemonade, and cold water are sufficient for a princely 
entertainment. 

2d. They hinder the digestive organs in the proper performance 
of their functions. They overtask the " absorbents," so that the 



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gastric juice is delayed in its important and indispensable 
work. 

3d. They are costly luxuries, and do not return an equivalent 
of enjoyment to those who indulge an appetite for their use. 

4th. They create an artificial thirst which " grows on that which 
feeds it" — a thirst which water cannot quench. 

5th. They operate upon those who use them as whips and 
spurs do upon donkeys — excite their force temporarily without 
imparting strength. 

6th. They exhaust the energy and life of man, and offer nothing 
in their place that is worthy of acceptance. 

7th. They brutalize the body, and demonize the mind, and cor- 
rupt the heart. 

8th. As the companions of Ulysses were transformed into 
swine, these drinks transform men into beasts. 

9th. They shorten human life, and make that short life wretched 
beyond comparison or description. 

10th. They lead to drunkenness, and " no drunkard shaL 
inherit ths kingdom of heaven." 



Diamond Puzzle. 



1. The end of wit. 

2. An expression of triumph. 

3. An aromatic plant. 

4. Belonging to Bacchus. 

5. What whiskey-lovers do with money. 

6. What rumsellers often do to their patrons. 

7. The beginning of strife. • 



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Signing the Pledge, 

The word of some men is better than the bond of others. 
When a man puts conscience into his promise, he can be trusted 
— he can trust himself — for temptation will be disarmed when 
memory steps to the front to remind him of his vow. His sense 
of honor, his noblest instincts, his love of truth and justice, will 
overcome the appeals of appetite and passion, and the good 
angel of love of right will lead him safely through the fiery fur- 
nace. Some persons indulge the mistaken notion that the sin 



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of violating a sacred vow consists in the first overt act only. 
That is a grave mistake. Every time a pledged man drinks he 
breaks his promise. His withdrawal from a temperance associa- 
tion does not relieve him of his binding obligation not to drink. 
Save in cases of specified time, a pledge holds good for a life- 
time. It is not subject to the changes of the seasons or the 
caprice of society. It is not hemmed in by the lines of latitude 
or longitude. Fashion and custom cannot modify it to suit the 
whims and wishes ( f those who desire to conform to the drinking 
usages. What a grand thing it is to keep unbroken a pledge of 
total abstinence ! The temperance pledge contains words of 
silver and sentiments of gold. Let it be protected in a frame 
of fragrant wood, and let it ornament the wall of the best room 
in the house. 



Epitaph on a Whiskey-Bottle. 

BY ITS FORMER OWNER. 

Here lies the old shell 

Of what once I loved well ; 
It " could not keep corked up for ever," 

So it told me plain facts, 

And revealed foolish acts, 
Till I vowed I would trust to it never. 

The spirit has fled, 

But the evils it shed 
Seem to have little notion of dying ; 

While it lies below ground, 

They're still floating around, 
Into all my past history prying. 

Yet I reckon the day 

When I " laid it away " 
As a time of most marvellous blessing. 

Could I but lay its ghost, 

I should rescue a host 
From horrors of all most distressing. 

B. 



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Tempted by his Wife. 



A TRUE STORY. 



Thomas Brown had been long a faithful servant for Mr. Wight, 
whose carriage he drove, whose garden he kept in order, and 
whose little home-affairs he looked after as if they were his own 
—all well done, except now and then when his kind heart and 
level head were upset by a glass too much. At last he made a 
firm resolve to give up drinking and not " touch a drop," much 
to his employer's delight. All this time Mr. Wight's home was 
in the city. At length he moved into the country. It made little 
difference to Tom where they lived, if only Mr. Wight were his 
master. To work for him and please him was Tom's chief delight. 



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so with Tom's wife. She fretted and grumbled at the change, 
and tried in vain to induce her husband to leave and get work in 
the city again. " You can find plenty as good as Wight," she 
would say. At last, finding argument and teasing in vain, she 
said to herself, "Tom has a master he likes better than Wight." 
So she went to her closet and got out the old, flat, diamond-pat- 
terned bottle, got it filled herself, and with her own hands offered 
it to Tom. He would " taste a bit " to please her. Then he must 
have more, and at last he was ready to promise her he would go 
back to town. When he went to Mr. Wight and told him their 
plans, and that " his wife was too lonely in the country," his 
master said, " It will be your ruin, Tom." But go they must, and 
now his wife sees his ruin, and knows she wrought it ; for he now 
lives in an old alley, and is half the time cruel to her, has no 
work, and complains that he " is living among hornets." "If I 
had my old place," he said to his master, with tears in his eyes — 
" if I had my old place, and was not living among hornets, I 
might do better." 



Diamond Puzzle. 



[Reading the same down and across.] 
i. The beginning of woe. 

2. What wine is put in. 

3. What goes to buy it. 

4 What it is taken from. 

5. What beginners make who drink whiskey. 

6. What they exchange a nice house for. 

7. Nearly the end of hope. 



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Feeding the Mind. 

The expression on the face of the young lady in the illustra- 
tion shows that she is intensely interested in the open book 
before her, and lost to all other sights and sounds. 

Books are indeed pleasant companions. They are vital with 
thoughts that cannot die. In fact, books are to the mind what 
air, light, cleanliness, food, and exercise are to the body. As the 
physical health cannot be maintained and fortified without these, 



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so the mental health cannot be nourished and strengthened with- 
out reading. 

By the aid of books the people are being educated upon this 
great temperance question. The National Temperance Society- 
is doing a grand work in this line, and has already published 
seventy volumes, comprising books on the financial and political 
phase for the politician, the moral and religious for the religious 
work, the medical and scientific for the doctors and scientists, 
and last, but not least, stories for the children and Sunday- 
schools, written by some of the best writers in the country, any 
of which, when carefully read, will cause the reader to look as 
pleased and interested as the young lady in the picture. If you 
don't believe it, send for one by Miss Chellis or Mrs. McNair 
Wright, and find out for yourselves. 

O. M. 



Drink not a Drop, 

If I would not be a drunkard, 

I must not drink a drop 
Of wine that looks so tempting 

Within the ruby cup ; 
For such a small beginning, 

Though innocent it seem, 
May lead me on to sinning 

More fearful than I dream. 

If I would not be a drunkard, 

I stoutly must refuse 
All the sorts of beer and cider 

Which other people use ; 
They may not steal my reason, 

But they will give the taste, 
And lead me on when older 

To hanker for the rest. 



Behead a soldier's hut, and leave a foreign liquor. Barrack- 
Arrack. 



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On Guard. 

A sentinel once met a spy 
Sent from the enemy hard by, 

Who would the fort surprise. 
A simple countryman he seemed, 
The guard of danger little dreamed 

In such an honest guise. 



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" You hold a post of value here ? " 

The guard replied, " That's very clear." 
" Brave comrades to relieve ? " 
" Yes," was the somewhat curt reply. 
" You're tired and thirsty? " said the spy. 
" That you may well believe." 

A bottle from his coat the spy 
Drew out, and, laughing, held it high, 
Then said, " Wilt share a drink ? 
The day is hot, the draught is free, 
The merrier for it we shall be." 
" That too I truly think." 

Sleep chained the watch, the foe drew near, 
No coming step fell on the ear 

Dulled by his fatal sport. 
The garrison, however brave, 
Now watch the foe's broad banner wave 

Above a captured fort. 

Guard well each point, and ever know 
One single act may let a foe 

A fatal entrance gain. 
When once the fortress is betrayed 
The fatal flag will be displayed 

That tells you hope is vain. 

Kruna. 



All who sell liquors in the common way, to any who will buy, 
are poisoners in general. They murder his majesty's subjects by 
wholesale ; neither does their eye pity or spare. They drive 
them to hell like sheep. And what is their gain ? Is it not the 
blood of these men ? Who, then, would envy their large estates and 
sumptuous palaces? God's curse is in the midst of them. The 
curse of God ia in their gardens, their groves — a fire that burns to 
the nethermost hell. Blood : blood is there ! The foundation, 
the floors, the walls, the roof are stained with blood. — John 
Wesley. 



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The Torn Pledge, 

One day Fanny was resting on the sofa in the nursery, when 
in rushed John in great excitement, holding in his hand a torn 
and dirty piece of paper. 

"O Fanny !" he exclaimed, " I have just escaped by the skin 
of my teeth. You can give up hopes of me ; for Fm afraid I can- 
not hold out any longer." 

Fanny's heart fluttered nervously, but she asked as calmly as 
she could, '' How was it, John ? " 

" Well, you see those fellows have been at me for ever so long 



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about this thing, and to-day they managed to coax me into— 
never mind where — and they got to drinking pretty hard, and the 
smell of it excited me, though, indeed, I don't care for it ; and 
then they each tried to make me drink, but I seemed to feel this 
at my heart all the time, and somehow I could not break my 
word of honor when it was all written out in black and white. 
Harry Smith knew this very well, and with a hint from him they 
all got teasing me about it. I got excited, and they tried to get 
it away from me, but the minute they flew at me I seemed to 
realize all that it was to me, and we had a pretty desperate strug- 
gle ; but here I am, safe and sound — and now I want you to see 
if you can fix up that pledge for me again." 

" O John ! I'm so thankful you escaped," said Fanny. " If I 
could only feel that your vow was engraved upon your heart so 
that nothing could ever erase it." 

" Well," said John, " I think it will be after a while, but you 
don't know what a help it is to feel my vow there every once in 
a while, for you know I always carry it in my pocket." 

This little incident shows very plainly the value of the pledge 
in the hour of temptation, and also the importance of early pre- 
senting it to the young. The book from which the illustration 
is taken — "Fanny Percy's Knight-Errant" — dwells particularly 
upon this idea, showing the good resulting from it, and dangers 
in later years avoided. 



To a Drunken d. 

Drink ! drink ! What are you drinking? 

But for a moment hold your breath ; 
But for a moment just be thinking 

That you are drinking — drinking death ! 
Drink ! drink ! Your wife is sighing ; 

See her in rags and tatters go. 
Drink, but hear your children crying. 

What are you drinking? Woe ! woe ! woe ! 
Take the pledge ; it may save you wholly — 

Save you from wretchedness and sin, 
And from the depths of pain and folly 

Bring you pleasure and peace within. 



A moderate drinker is sure to go on lessening the water and 
increasing the brandy. 



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23' 




The Best Drink. 

If the grass and flowers could speak they would thank the 
little girl for giving them their morning drink of cold water. It re- 
freshes, strengthens, and is to them what food and drink are to us. 
Thank God for the pure water ! The trees drink it also ; so do 
the little birds, and the cattle upon a thousand hills. The very- 
clouds drink water — distilled water. God made it for them to 
drink, and without it they would die. Man thinks water is not 
good enough for him, so he makes alcoholic drinks. Which is 
the best — God's drink or man's drink ? 



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f)angtrou$ Companions. 



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Dangerous Companions. 

Harry was very much disappointed. George and Clarence 
and Will had come for him to go on a pleasure excursion with 
them ; they would have a splendid time, and he was not at all 
prepared for his mother's gentle but firm "No." Neither were 
the boys prepared for a lecture over Harry's shoulder. They got 
it, however, and deserved it too. Three well-dressed, fine- 
looking boys they were, but she had heard some words and 
witnessed some of their actions which made the mother's heart 
very anxious for Harry. No ! he should not associate with such 
companions. Of course he felt badly, but his mother's private 
talk afterwards made him feel that she was right. 

Boys who will make fun of good things and laugh at those 
who are trying to do right, and yet who are generous and bright 
and witty and full of fun, are sometimes more dangerous com- 
panions than if they were not only bad, but surly and selfish be- 
sides, because no one is attracted to the really bad. 

Some people say it is well to mingle with the evil, and show 
your power to resist it. But experience shows that it is far better 
to obey the good old precept : " Avoid it, pass not by it, turn 
from it, and pass away." 



Dear children, there's danger in looking at wine, 
Though 'tis made from the fruit of the innocent vine. 
Oh ! look thou not on it, though sparkling and red ; 
There's poison within it all children should dread. 

O children ! O children ! of evil beware ; 
There's an enemy secretly setting a snare. 
His agents are cunning, deceitful, and bold ; 
They'll rob you of manhood and ruin your soul. 



There's a sparkle in the cup, 

But beware ! 
There's a brightness flashing up, 

But beware ! 
In its depth a spell was spoken 
Which, once felt, is never broken ; 

So beware ! 



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E OF TO'lk 

GfUgLI 

aPNKENB! 



" Keep thy Heart with all Diligence." 

All persons have committed to their keeping a precious jewel 
which they can watch over and keep safe from all which may de- 
face and ruin, if they make 
the proper effort. This 
jewel is the heart, out of 
which springs all the good 
or bad which we see in the 
world. If you commence 
to use bad words or do 
bad things, it will soon be 
defaced. Its beauty fades 
and its purity vanishes as 
soon as the thoughts and 
words begin to be evil. 

It does not become hard 
and defaced all at once. 

The profane oath or the use of tobacco is usually among the first 
steps to ruin. The road then is easy and the travelling fast. It 
is all down hill. These lead to lying, gambling, and drunken- 
ness. The first step leads to the second, and when once the feet 
are turned into wrong paths the final ruin comes quickly. We 
know many a young man who started out with light step, warm, 
pure heart, and excellent prospects, who has been ruined by bad 

practice and evil companions. 
Young man, if you have enter- 
ed the downward road, stop 
and think before you further 
go. Which heart will you 
have? If you take God for 
your portion, and love him, all 
the other graces will be added 
to you. 

Purity, love to man, tempe- 
rance, etc., will be inscribed 
upon your heart in such plain 
letters that all with whom you 
come in contact will see it in all your actions. " Keep thy heart 
\v:*.h all diligence, for out of it are the issues of life." 




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" Oh ! see," said Fred, " there is 1776 formed by the fireworks 
Isn't it splendid ? I suppose they'll show the figures 1876 next." 

" Yes," said Dolly ; " and only do look at the two fountains 
one on each side. I don't believe they can have anything nice 
than this at the next Centennial ; do you? " 

"No," said Fred, "and I do hope there will be more fountains 
then, and less liquor seen." 

" Why, of course there will," said Dolly. " The liquor-shops 
are all going to be closed before that time comes, if we boys and 
girls work for it when we grow up." 



Babylon was taken when its inhabitants were indulging in 
a drunken revel. 



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237 



Shadow Picture* 



BY EDWARD CARSWELL. 



The picture represents fair Temperance as sleeping, while 
Intemperance stalketh abroad like a red-handed savage to de- 
stroy old and young, rich and poor ; while Moderation, sitting 
at her ease, looks on, and neither turns to awaken the one nor 
stay the other. There are three figures in the picture. Two of 
them, 'Intemperance' and 'Moderation,' are readily found; 
but 'Temperance' lies sleeping, and is not so easily distin- 
guished. With the flowing river for her bed, you can discover 
her form, if you carefully examine the picture. 



Puzzle Picture, 




Answer: Abstain. 



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Woman and Wine. 

°0P ! went the gay cork flying, 

Sparkled the gay champagne ; 
By the light of a day that was dying 

He filled up their goblets again. 
' Let the last, best toast be ' Woman — 

Woman, dear woman,' " said he ; 
" Empty your glass, m}' darling, 

When you drink to your sex with mt. 

But she caught his strong brown fingers. 

And held him tight as in fear, 
And through the gathering twilight 

Her voice fell on his ear : 
iS Nay, ere you drink. I implore you, 

By all that you hold divine, 
Pledge a woman in tear-drops 

Rather by far than i i wine ! 

By the woes of the drunkard's mother. 

By his children who beg for bread, 
By the fate of her whose beloved one 

Looks on the wine when 'tis red. 
By the kisses changed to curses, 

By the tears more bitter than brine. 
By many a fond heart broken — 

Pledge no woman in wine. 

What has wine brought to woman ? 

Nothing but tears and pain. 
It has torn from her heart her lover, 

And proven her prayers in vain ; 
And her household goods, all scattered, 

Lie tangled up in vine. 
Oh ! I prithee, pledge no woman 

In the curse of so many — wine ! " 



Death's Harbingers. 

Memory confused, and interrupted thought, 
Death's harbingers, lie latent in the draught, 
And in the flowers that wreathe the sparkling bowl 
Fell adders hiss, and poisonous serpents roll. 



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Snowed In. 

The cot ia the vale is embosomed in snow, 

And old Tipp is away from bis borne on a bender. 

How the merciless winds of winter blow ! 
The old oak sways, but will not surrender. 

Now for your shovels, and into the drift, 
Cut a white path, but heed not the carving. 

When you reach the latched door, look not for thrift- 
I fear that the wife and the children are starving. 



We have reached the door of the drunkard's home 
In time to save the children and mother. 

Ma)'- the father be saved from the drunkard's doom, 
And again be a man and a brother ! 



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Daily Duty, 

Each day its duty brings. The undone task 

Of yesterday cannot be now fulfilled 

Without some current wcvrk's displacement. " Time 

And tide will wait for none." Then let us act 

So that they need not wait, and keep abreast 

With them by the discharge of each day's claim ; 

For each new dawn, like a prolific tree, 

Blossoms with blessings and with duties, which 

So interwoven grow that he who shirks 

The latter, fails the first. You cannot pick 

The dainty and refuse the task. To win 

The smile of him who did his Father's will 

In the great work assigned him, while 'twas day, 

With love self-sacrificing, his high course 

We must with prayerful footsteps imitate ; 

And, knowing not what one day may bring forth, 

Live so that Death, come when he may, shall find 

Us not defaulters in arrears with Time — 

Mourning, like Titus, " I have lost a day ! " — ■- 

But busily engaged on something which 

Shall cast a blessing on the world ; rebound # 

With one to our own breasts, and tend to give 

To man some benefit, to God some praise. 



Why was it hard to get a certain politician out of 
office? Because he went in tight. 

What man is sure to keep his pledge ? A pawn 
broker. 

" Were you ever at Cork ?" enquired a Father Mathew 
man of a tipsy Irishman. " Faith and I niver was there, 
but I've seen a good many drawings of it." 

If it is a small sacrifice to give up wine, then do it foi 
the sake of others ; if it is a preat sacrifice, then do it for 
your cwn sake. 



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241 




Margie's Hammer. 

" I suppose you don't care for those flowers, Margie, and were 
just looking for somebody to give them to," said Uncle Roger, 
with a slv twinkle of his eye toward Willie as he spoke. 



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" Yes, I do care for them, for mother, and I can't let you 'hint' 
them away for your hospital, though they -would, brighten some 
old lady's room." 

Mr. Roper laughed at Margie's quickness, as he replied : 

" The very thing I spoke for ! I was just going to the Retreat, 
and I thought if these roses and lilies were too heavy for you, / 
could relieve you." 

" You're very good ; but my mother is sick, and we haven't any 
flowers at home. Mrs. Farway gave me these." 

" I'm glad of it, Margie. Do everything you can for that moth- 
er cf yours. The world has not got too many like her. There is 
a great deal of sorrow and pain in the world, and I like to see 
every one doing something to lighten it." 

"A flower isn't v.ry much," said Willie, looking as if he 
meant more than he said, and was thinking of some trouble too 
great for flowers to reach. Uncle Roger knew all about it — the 
great shadow that darkened Margie's home— but he only said : 

" Neither is 'a cup of cold water,' and yet one c innot be given 
without the notice of our Father. If you cannot cure the heaviest 
burden, help to lighten it. Flowers arc good, kind words are 
better, and kind acts best of all. It was once said of Wilberforce, 
who helped so much to do away with slavery in England, that 
when he died he bore a million broken fetters in his hand to 
heaven. How many broken fetters of care and sorrow can we 
bear with us, when we go, which we have broken from aching 
hearts in this world by little strokes with the hammer of love?" 

" I'm going to keep that hammer always with me," said Margie 
smiling. 

" I'll trust you for that, and Willie too. Don't forget." 

Kruna. 



It is a good sign to see the color of health upon a man's face, 
but not to see it all concentrated in his nose. 



" Some will hate thee, some will love thee, 
Some will flatter, some will spite ; 
Cease from men and look above thee. 
Trust in God and do the right." 



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243 




Fair Outside* 

"They're very fair apples, ma'am, as things go, and you're 
welcome to your apronful of them," said Farmer Dobson as he 
gave " the making of a pie " to a poor woman in reply to her sim- 
ple request. 

' ; As things go," she said to herself half an hour later as she 
sat paring them in her little kitchen. " If it's a 'turn-over' I'll 
get from them I'll be thankful. Mighty smooth-skinned and fair 
outside, but soft and corky within. I'd rather have three sound 
greenings from the old tee at home than the whole lot. 'As 
things go !' When will men all turn into sound greenings, so if 
you hope for a pie from their promises it won't end in a turn- 



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over? I'm not sure whether Farmer Dobson knew the nature of 
this apple ; and if he did it isn't the worst thing he could have 
done. He ^ave them away, and what's bad he didn't expect me 
to eat. Some men sell tlv ir apples, and poison them firs', too ; 
or sell them when they know there's poison in them, and that's 
just as bad. That's the way Joel Martel killed my John — selling 
him poison for ' a foine drink on a hot day.' It's well to look 
more than to the outside of a thing in this world. I'll tell Farmer 
Dobson so when I get able to buy apples of him." 

J. P. Ballard. 



Prohibition. 

BY R. T. THOMPSON. 



We wash our hands of the liquid foe, 

The offspring of perdition, 
And to the ballot yearly go 

To vote for Prohibition. 
For no man has a moral right 

To deal out to another 
A licensed curse to swell his purse, 

Regardless of his brother. 

To bring this curse to speedy end, 

'Gainst mighty opposition, 
We ask you all your aid to lend 

By preaching Prohibition. 
For thus you'll help to swell our ranks 

And bring the good time nearer, 
When those who roam will stay at home, 

And love their wives the dearer. 

We long to see the drunkard free, 

And pity his condition ; 
But to uproot this upas-tree 

We must role for Prohibition. 
For prayer and conscience both agree 

That sober legislation 
The best plan is — for every man, 

And also for the nation. 



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245 




Beautiful Cliildliood. 

Beautiful childhood, fresh and free, 

Fair as a lily, blithe as a bee, 

Free from the weight of the world's dull care, 

With beautiful spirits light as air, 

Gambol and play in your innocent glee ; 

Youth is the time to be merry and free. 

While you are merry, be wise, be wise ; 
Let your bright hopes like the lark arise — 



246 Water Spouts. 

He sings as he soars in the bright blue sky, 
And fills the clear air with rich melody. 
Gambol and play in your innocent glee ; 
Ever be wise while you're merry and free. 

Oft will the tempter sing and say, 

Away to the revel, away, away ; 

The purple wine sip, and laugh at care 

And scoff at the friends who say, " Beware !" 

Gambol and play in your innocent glee ; 

Heed not the tempter, wherever he be. 

Touch not the cup though it sparkles bright ; 
Over youth's flower it spreads a blight. 
Never can wine true pleasure bring ; 
Just like a serpent, it charms to sting. 
Gambol and play in your innocent glee ; 
Ever the charms of the wine-cup flee. 

Diagonal Puzzle. 

Fill the blanks with words making sense of the sentence ; the 
first blank being the diagonal from left to right, the second blank 
the first word aooss, and so on in regular order downwards. 



* * * * 

* * * * 

* * * * 

n» T* •** *»* 



ANSWER. 

BORROW 
G R I E V E 

TRAMP S 
S H A N T Y 
STEADY 
BO L D L Y 



A man who is a slave to will be apt to 



— more 
than he buys ; will — — his family more than he pleases them ; 

he may see his boys join the army of ; end his days in 

a , and never have a head or hand, nor be able to 

meet misfortune or overcome it manfully. 

An Irishman, being brought up for a drunken assault, was 
asked by the judge whether he was guilty or not. '' How can I 
tell," was the reply, "till I've heard the evidence?" 



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247 




Taste not the Cup, 

Oh ! teach not the love of the tempting cup 

To the darling son at home ; 
There are snares enough that beset the paths 

Amongst which his feet must roam. 
Oh ! throw not around the alluring drink 

The sanction of thy use, 
Lest the beautiful child in ruin sink, 

The victim of its abuse. 



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The Temple Labyrinth, 

The puzzle is to start from the outside and find your way to 
the Temple without crossing a line. 



Experience of Travel. — A rather fast youth was relating the 
experience of his voyage across the ocean to a sympathizing 
friend. Said he, "I tell you what, old fellow, there's one good 
thing about it, though. You can get as tight as you please every 
day. and everybody thinks you're only sea-sick." 



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249 



Hieroglyph ical Rebuses. 

(Answers on page 256.) 
REBUS NO, I. 



fad p r\\ 






REBUS NO. 3. 



HL 








TT 





Answers on page 256. 




The Puzzle is to enter the Labyrinth at A , and go to B y without crossing the lines. 



52 



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1. 




What sailors dread. 
Ansiver on page 256. 



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I. 



253 




E. Carswell. 



11. 




-%^5i|# 



E. Carswell. 



III. 




Answer on page 256. 



254 Water Spouts. 

A SWARM OF BBB 




AND U WILlBhAPPY 

Answers on page 256. 



Water Spouts. 2^5 

Hieroglyphical Bebus—JSo. 1. 




No. 2. 






Answers on page 256. 



256 



Water Spoats. 



Answers to Puzzles, 



Answers to Rebusses on Page 
249. 

1. My son, hear the instructions of 
thy father. 

_ 2. Wonderful panic and fright over 
little things. 

3. First be sure you're right, then go 
ahead. 



Answers 



to Puzzles on 
250, 

1. 



Page 



The tiger couches in the wood, 

And waits to shed the traveller's blood: 

So couch we. 
We spring upon him to supply 
What men unto our wants deny : 

And so springs he. 



There's a grim horse hearse 

In a jolly round trot : 

To the churchyard a poor man is going, 

I wot. 
The road it is rough, 
And the hearse has no springs, 
And hark to the dirge the sad driver 

sings : 
Rattle his bones over the stones, 
He's only a pauper whom nobody owns. 



Doctor Long expects Doctor Short to 
explain the misunderstanding between 
them. 



Answers to 



Puzzles on Page 
252. 



Work, work, work, my labor never 
flags : 

And what are its wages ? A bed of 
straw, 

A crust of bread, and rags, 

That shattered roof, this naked floor, 

A table, a broken chair, 

And a wall so blank my shadow I thank 

For sometimes falling there. 

With fingers weary and worn, 

With eyelids heavy and red, 

A woman sat in unwomanly rags, 

Plying her needle and thread. 

Stitch, stitch, stitch, in poverty, hun- 
ger, and dirt, 

And still, with a voice of dolorous pitch, 

She sang the song of the shirt. 



Short shoes and long corns to the ene- 
mies of freedom. 



Friday (a fried A). 



Answers 



to Puzzles on 
253. 



Page 



A bottle sticking out of a pocket is a 
bad sign. 

11. 

Fear not to speak the truth. 



Private watchmen walk about all night 
to guard houses. 



Ansiuers to Hieroglyphics on 
Page 254. 

A SWARM OF BEES 

No. i. Be charitable tchair) a (table). 

2. Be candid. 

3. Be kind (K in D). 

4. Be a teetotaler. 

5. Be grateful. 

6. Be honest. 

7. Be wise. 

8. Be content (c) on (tent). 



Answers to Hieroglyphical Me- 
busses on Page 255. 



The rose shall cease to blow, 

The eagle turn a dove, 
The stream shall cease to flow, 

Ere I will cease to love. 

The sun shall cease to shine, 
The world shall cease to move, 

The stars their light resign, 
Ere I will cease to love. 



C low shoe r heart against awl vice, 
butt open the door to wall t root h. 
(Ciose your heart to all vice, but open 
the door to all truth.) 



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